Текст песни Undertaker vs. Goldberg (feat. Conway) - Westside Gunn

Brr
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Ayo
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot

Ayo, I heard a hundred shots where the shells at? (Shells at, doot,
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Shell catchers on a stick out the Hellcat (Skrt)
I fuck so-and-so, but I fell back (But I fell back)
These bitches ain′t shit,
I thought I'd tell that (Thought I′d tell that)
Pulled up slow, I had the Bs on the wheels (Ah)
Left my cellie eleven years ago, he locked up still (Free Black)
Richard Mille red band, you lookin' like a dead man
Undertaker versus Goldberg (Ah), Pyrex, I wanna thank you
Ayo, the TEC was a throwaway (Brr), these base from the older days
This for my niggas in mess hall eatin' kosher trays
Pray you come home soon, my niggas got on rue
My bitch got on Margiela, I fucked her on Porsche leather (Skrt)
Niggas on the yard on our blood shit (Ah)
The fresh came home and didn′t drop it (Ah)
Your baby moms trash, I had to dog the bitch (Dog the bitch)
New work, old stove, Pyrex I wanna thank you (Thank you)

This contest is scheduled for one fall, Goldberg
From Death Valley, the Undertaker

Brr
Griselda
Brr

Ayo, over the stoves, rockin′ Hugo, free Sly out the you know (Ah)
The new king of New York, lord, I got the Hugo
Trappin' out the fiend spot, the bitch had section 8
One deal went real bad, we had to wet the place (Brr, brr)
My coke got a better taste, legend wrote on my resume (Ah)
Gold if you ask me, gave hope if you ask me
Why he so flashy? The MAC in the back seat (Brr)
Got crack on the rap sheet, that′s a fact (That's a fact)
If one of us gets caught, nigga, never rat (Never rat)
Make sure whoever get caught, nigga, lock a fat (Ah)
Get the CO to bring a phone in, nigga, I hit you back (Ring)

Let me hit you right back, nigga
Hol′ up

Uh, free the homies locked in correctional
Know niggas in upstate prisons and
Those that's in federal (Standin′ tall)
Disrespect the crew and we catch you, then we stretchin'
You drop a bag and have it done by one of your niggas next to you
Hit was done so exceptional, police thought it's professional
Left a few fingers in the mailbox,
We buried what′s left of you (Hahaha)
Yeah, that′s how them niggas in GxF'll do
The chain and the watch got VSs too, bitch, let us through (Uh huh)
Yeah, masterpieces on the arm, nigga (Cash)
My shooter play with drums and he love to perform, nigga (Brr)
I had to switch the band, now I rock the orange Richard
Flow nasty like corn liquor, I′m the don, nigga (I'm the don, nigga)
You palm blickers, I′m a Dom sipper (Ah)
R&B bitches play with they pussy to Con pictures (Hahaha)
Yeah, they love my songs, now my mom's richer (Cash)
One of my homies overdosed,
He sniffed the wrong mixture (Rest in peace, homie)
Uh, it was fentanyl in the batch (Uh)
No question, y′all, I'm a legend off of these raps (Talk to 'em)
Disrespect the squad,
I be lettin′ off with this MAC (Boom, boom, boom)
Hollow tips from my weapon all in his back (Ha)
If we catch him, it′s curtains, we gon' wet him and murk him
Any beef I had is finished, shit is yet to resurface
Them bullets hit Machine in his head and neck, didn′t hurt him
Now we on Hitler 7, West,
We definitely workin', ah (We workin′, nigga, yeah)