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Mobsters & Monsters
01. Ambush
02. Black Out
03. Work For It
04. Drop Off
05. Lost Cause
06. Fully Loaded Clip
07. Panama
08. Skull Mask
09. Talons
10. No Trust
11. Ugly
12. OMG
13. I Know You Don’t Like Me
14. You’ll Never Do Me In
Skibii
Obie, MadChild
Mobsters and monsters (Gang, gang)

Look, looking at rap like a snack, let's feast
All black Cadillac, packed, let's creep
Taking it to levels that Shaq can't reach
Stand back, cut their head off like an Aztec priest
Cash check, please, need all mine, the small dimes
Y'all time's up, pass by like the far side
Car ride, bodies in the back in a black bag (Damn)
Dump 'em in the acid in the trash can (Yeah)
You ain't no lines, just the cash, crash
Gas can rapped on the lap of the backdraft
Brrat-brrat, gat cook his ribs like an AFRAC (Woo)
Roaming through the desert like I'm Mad Max (Yeah)
Backpack full of raps I ain't wrote yet (Yeah)
Blue bandana, it's a code red (Huh?)
Always on point like a conehead (Uh-huh)
Walk a little different like I'm bowleg (Ooh)
Like a NASCAR, you a moped (Yeah)
Forty ounce bottles of a Moët
Go get Bo, pour 'em all for the whole set
Toes wet, walking over water and I won't slip, nah
Godson like Kratos, I flame those
Go full-blown volcano, yeah
Young LL with the Kangol, mangos
Make me get high while I chainsmoke, damn

People call me Frankenstein, anxious mind
Is it something that you probably thought we can't combine?
I go devil horns up, he throws gangster signs
Cops pull me over, stop, but I can't comply
Knocking at the window with the flashlight, can't hear you
Turnt up and my friends turnt up and the volume turnt up
Music's amplified, mi no habla inglés
My pistola ingrained, ese pollo loco
The Mad Chicken insane in the membrane
Be real, you get sent thug with a mean mug
Hit a rapper like a bong, eat him like a free meal
Choked out, you get smoked out, that's a hot box
Pop off with the mouth, motherfucker, pop rocks
Pick your shoes, make you walk, who? Mr. Sock Hop
Pop, pop, dancing in the dirt like you pop, pop
Crazy white boy, bunch of cholos in a droptop
Don't freeze up, Glock cocked, never seize up
They be throwing C's up, I'm like, "Help me, Jesus"
Don't ease up, you don't like it, swallow deez nuts
Hold up, wait, hold up, I need a visa