[Verse 1 - Bobo Phantom]
The name's Bobo, I put sixteen in the hearse with a mean verse
Grab yo mama submerse headfirst with the bratwurst
Hit back, jerk, be the cat that gets slapped first
Known to flip a n***a backwards when the Gat burst
The typ'a flow, to make your who*e moan, "it's Bobo"
Full of rugged hormones, the type to break your jawbone
Battle me, i'm lyrically ill, i could k** 30 n***as
With my weapons concealed
I spit written ammunition with no apparitions
I'm driven by collision, i'm a vicious villain filling his
Rhythms with venom, to make pigeons listen and say they feel him
But wanna k** him while he spittin' derision at women
b**h keep talkin' you gonna get your throat slit
Choke you til your body stiff and blue like poker chips and roach clips
Hold it? is that a strap that n***as holdin?
(gunshots) sh** n***a, get to foldin'
I'm higher than the Golden Gate's suicide rate
Trash emcees get petrified of my mind-state
f** with me you get disarrayed and chopped up by the lead spray
Catch a backhanded bullet through your membrane
Like, it's a nice day, kids play
Birds in the trees tweetin' 'til they hear my AK
I'm rolling i bring the thunder, make n***as wonder
How i make em go "timber" and tumble like lumber
It's the mac, i stick it to your back
Go "rat-a-tat-tat" and spray your spine all on your slacks
I attack, you collapse, i pick up my stacks and relax
Then i hop in the booth and murder these tracks
I'm a made man, main man like Satan
Give me a brain scan, then watch me f** up your game plan
k** a n***a for three Ks like the Klan
Born playa, bet i get more fish cake than Jay-pan
[Outro - Bobo Phantom]
Uh.. yeah.. Bobo Phantom
With the Exodus
Bringing the techs to this...
That's how we do it, yo...
Bobo Phantom, coming for the ransom
So all you b**hes put your hands up...
It's the phantom... uh... yeah..
Get that sh** right motherf**er...