VERSE 1 I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SHIT TO ERUPT IN A GLASS SHELL, BEEN ROCKING BACK AND FORTH FOR A MONTH I CAN’T REMEMBER THE NAME OF A COWARD ONLY THE PAIN AND THE SCARS GAINED CONTOUR THE VEINS, BROTHER I PUT THE RANK ON MY BACK LET THE INFORMATION SINK WHEN YOU GAZE AT THE FACTS I'LL BE WAITING FOR THE DOUBLE HEADED SNAKE AND THE RAT I NEED TO REACT AND THEN ADAPT BEFORE THE CLIMAX AND KEEP INTACT, CUZ (UH) I KEEP A TERROR ATTACK STYLE LIKE CYRAX BLOWING UP THE MASS, METAL MASK ON (WHAT) I’M IN A CLASS ABOVE A BLACK BELT JUST LIKE A MASTER BOW TO DISASTER SIPPING BLOOD DRIPPING FROM A DAGGER RELAX LIKE TWO FAT HITS OF BLUE MAGIC RAISED BY THE CLASSICS FIRST RELEASE ON REPEAT, TURN THEM ALL INTO ADDICTS
(YEAH, AND THEY STILL AIN'T FUCKING WITH US)
CHORUS YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH MY CLIQUE MAD AT THE WORLD WITH THEM SCARS ON MY FIST, BITCH YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH MY CLIQUE WHEN YOU'RE LIVING IN A STATE OF MIND YOU CAN’T FIX YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH MY CLIQUE MAD AT THE WORLD WITH THEM SCARS ON MY FIST, BITCH YOU CAN’T FUCK WITH MY CLIQUE AND I'M LIVING IN A STATE OF MIND YOU CAN’T FIX
BRIDGE YOU KNOW I FEEL; CHARISMATIC THE WAY I OPEN MY VEINS IN THE ATTIC FEELINGS OF MADNESS IN THE COURT OF LAW THINKING I’M IN THE COURT WITH A RACQUET, BRINGING THE RACKET DISTURBING THE PEACE, WHAT A FEAT, THE FREAK OF NATURE BIRTHED BY DISEASE ALERT TO ALL THREATS, FUCK THESE FIGURES I’M-A HONE IN THE SKILLS, A CLONE IN THE HILLS, PROPOSE AND SACRIFICE FOR THE YOUTH ADMITTING THE WORLD EXCEPT YOUR FUCKING PUNK CREW
BREAKDOWN I'M-A BREAK THROUGH WITH THE CLIQUE BLEEDING OUT THE MOTHERFUCKING CREVICE IN THE MIST SURFACING THE LEVEL OF PSYCHOPATH I’M TALKING TO A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH I NEED TO RELOCATE THE GRIPS. RE ARRANGE THE CHEEKBONE,JAW, GOTTA LIST (LIST) OPEN THAT WOUND IF YOU NEED A MOTHER LESSON FROM A BROTHER LIKE THIS STEP IN LINE WITH THE REST OF THE FILTH (FILTH)
VERSE 2 OH NO, CAN’T BE CONTROLLED, STEP BACK OR FOLD THE GIFT OF RHYTHM; STILL IT WASN’T GIVEN TO 'EM YOU BETTER PAY YOUR RESPECTS PUT THEM HANDS IN DISPOSALS AND LAUGH AT MESS PANIC OR DISTRESS LINEAR GRAPHS PREDICT WHERE I REST, I DIGRESS, MY MINDS AIR LOCKED INSIDE A CHEST (YO) EVERLASTING, CIRCUMNAVIGATING TO FIND THE ACTION PERIODICAL VISIONS OF DISTRACTIONS TO UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF WHAT'S HAPPENED THEY ASKING, \"HOW DO WE DEVELOP WHAT YOU MASTERED?\" IT ORIGINATED IN OUR DEEPEST FEAR OF FALLING BACKWARDS AND WE WILL ARISE FROM THE ASHES EVOLVED; FOUR BLACK SOULS THE EYES MATCHING YOU DWELLING IN THE PAST SPEAKING LATIN ATTRACT THE METAL SCENE LIKE A MAGNET OH PLEASE, EXTRACT THE WASTE THAT HAS GATHERED