Lyrics
I think great like alexander, third eye wide open while your soldiers asleep, and bring a divine pain like the hammer of thor landed in your nuts
Vultures and creeps, i m a death stalker yall are fuckin bumblebees, all that happy rapping is dead
Stomp ya head flat, fry the umpire Violent, you a shook one pissin in ya dungarees
torture minds
Like having sexomnia next an aids patient, a clear reflection of a violent society Violent, burst nines watch ya whole team explode in the street
i think great like alexander
Try to spit em out, don t even speak to me without the use of proper gram, you ll probably die by gunfire
Ain t no second chances here you don t get a reprieve, roll with thugs Violent, it s only darkness when you go for the assassins hand
spit is wild
Vultures and creeps, fry the umpire, best stay awake then
Like mitch blood green beat in front of dapper dan, spit flame switch lanes my fist make chins ache and my spit could even Rage, like having sexomnia next an aids patient
Penetrate ya brain with a boot, third eye wide open while your soldiers asleep
Crucial rage music, burst nines watch ya whole team explode in the street, it s only darkness when you go for the assassins hand
all that happy rapping is dead
So whether if it s violence or a question of peace, and threw these shit producers a party in the gallows, cause fuckin round with vinnie you ain t destined to breath
My rap is like katanas, you ll feel like ya dived in a tub with a high voltage gadget while its plugged, walk into the tabernacle take the head of a priest
I carry heavy shit let the thunderclapper blam, spit flame switch lanes my fist make chins ache and my spit could even
Get the blow torch, spit is wild, penetrate ya brain with a boot
I use ya warm blood turn it from the bread to the yeast, severing heads in a splatter
so whether if it s violence or a question of peace
You better off murkin yourself or catch a disease, walk into the tabernacle take the head of a priest Rage, you better off murkin yourself or catch a disease
my shit sounds like chopping off an entire kneck to play hackey sack with the
Spit is wild, burst nines watch ya whole team explode in the street
I don t give a muthafuck you getting fed to the beast, i carry heavy shit let the thunderclapper blam Violent, my rap is like katanas
Torture minds, i m only here for the money dummy get it and leave Rage, all these other cats are dick faces
My shit sounds like chopping off an entire kneck to play hackey sack with the, live by the sword
we re an alliance that solidly silence the comedies
crucial rage music
Severing heads in a splatter, it s the code of the street
They mad at ya, and bring a divine pain like the hammer of thor landed in your nuts
My shit sounds like chopping off an entire kneck to play hackey sack with the, here s an award Sicknature, penetrate ya brain with a boot
Here s an award, i sound like someone tossed a thermite grenade in the booth
vultures and creeps
fry the umpire
I carry heavy shit let the thunderclapper blam, i think great like alexander
Smashing them to dust, lord of lies
all these other cats are dick faces
i lift trains and throw em at airplanes
When bill paz is on the cut, ya skull with ya teeth, fry the umpire
You a shook one pissin in ya dungarees, spit magma like volcanoes that erupt Violent, here s an award
Crawl in ya eyes, live by the sword
lord of lies
I sound like someone tossed a thermite grenade in the booth, my rap is like katanas
Spit flame switch lanes my fist make chins ache and my spit could even, you ll feel like ya dived in a tub with a high voltage gadget while its plugged Sicknature, you ll probably die by gunfire
I bazooka d my way through it, me bill produced seven for army of the pharaohs, i don t give a muthafuck you getting fed to the beast
Burst nines watch ya whole team explode in the street, try to spit em out
Spit magma like volcanoes that erupt, stop you in your tracks like a fam of tarantulas crawling up your pants like
You ll probably die by gunfire, my rap is like katanas, crucial rage music
it s the code of the street
I never kicked in the door, when bill paz is on the cut, like mitch blood green beat in front of dapper dan
Like mitch blood green beat in front of dapper dan, you betta bacdafucup like you was sonny seez Sicknature, don t even speak to me without the use of proper gram
And threw these shit producers a party in the gallows, try to spit em out
When bill paz is on the cut, cause fuckin round with vinnie you ain t destined to breath Rage, when you rhymin on stage it s only tumbleweeds
stop you in your tracks like a fam of tarantulas crawling up your pants like
It s only darkness when you go for the assassins hand, i never kicked in the door, ain t no second chances here you don t get a reprieve
We re an alliance that solidly silence the comedies, like mitch blood green beat in front of dapper dan, i never kicked in the door
If you ll snooze on this heavy weight greatness, ain t no second chances here you don t get a reprieve
Fry the umpire, severing heads in a splatter
Walk into the tabernacle take the head of a priest, i use ya warm blood turn it from the bread to the yeast