"Alpha Futura" lyrics

I'ma make the devil 'fraid a little
Spray the pistol, pistol past your nasal, make your face a sizzle
Conjure the world's cavalry and maneuvers
A squadron of goons, assassins, a few devil shooters
Billy Bananas with cannons, call me Billy Bazooka
I walk up on you quick and really boom bang, I'm the spooka
Sat by the door, burners galore, surgical swords
Purple fedoras, my wardrobe's murder of course
Billy Bolero with the H on my chest, I handle shit
Chrome slammer spit, litty like a burning candlestick
Get 'em fireworks, TV and time perks
Wyatt Earp's on high alert, spot 'em from the dirt
The end of life, now you lyin' in a hearse
That friendly smile was a lie with a smirk
The fuck happened? You said that they was friends, chico
But ain't no friends in this shit business, grab the perico
Howie taught me how to move with no conscience
But also don't let the homie do trip and fall in the moshpit
That's the Canarsie way, spread love everyday
But if you fuck around, you find out how the Desi spray
Uncle Howie Farms, Lucifer collab with gods
To the finest ones grind hard, flying Molotovs
Burn the prisons to the ground, drown in tyrant's blood
Make sure to be prepared before the next virus comes
Bananas with cannons, Billy Bazooka with a beam
Billy supreme guillotine, clone chewing teeth
Indubitably my shooters agree
Cheers to Purple Heart victory, maneuvers to breeze