No luck, my heart’s cold as fuck They put a blade through my ribcage, it broke into dust Your image is getting tired and it makes y’all wack We independent and spit fire, call it skateboard rap They timid a little shy when you facing these cats When they spitting they get it live, man I hate fake rap And fuck that, I’mma be as real as it comes Like the air that you breathe and you feel in your lungs Homie think he a G cause he made one record When I be overseas rocking k1x shirts You want beef? I’m an A1 expert We can settle it in the streets like a lane-reflector Rappers are weak, they impeding my progress If you a beast you never seen like the Loch Ness I’m a goon, ghoul, goblin, a monster Feed you to the wolves then I do it in concert
[Verse 2]
Got enough ratchets for the masses No remorse for a bastard Click-clack at the back of his cabbage Burning Dutch Masters till my fingers burned by the ashes Move with the madness, skull fractures and magnums Blood spattered on canvas At night it’s like we running it rampant Off the beat break for pete sakes we scrambling Got enough swords for war if you hard to the core we savage We Cro-Magnon masses Hold your children for ransom, my soul’s been abandoned Walk with madmen, cut your windpipe slow Under the moonlight low, there’s no telling where my goons might go Watch the pipebomb blow, fuck the rigmarole We bloodthirsty and we out for your throat 12 gauge under the coat, fuck, brag, and boast Big bang theory to the death we toast
[Chorus x2]
We make you pray for your life at night begging to Christ Make you pray for your life, the cross you clutching it tight Make you pray for your life, [Name] on the mic We make you pray for your life, we make you pray for your life
[Verse 3]
Don’t you dare yawn, all of you rappers is lil clone We make you roll over in minutes like cellphones We stage you are thinking I’m weak You’d be wrong, I’m a fat hairy beast in the street like King Kong I see y’all thinking you safe where the Ds crawl Till I swing and knock you off of your stand like T-ball We be raw, Lord Lhus and the Savage Brothers Make you faggots smack each other then bucking your motherfuckers We troubled youth, drug addicts who like fights At a nice height I’m bringing truth like zeitgeist Fuck Christ, I ain’t bowing down to shit And if you don’t agree with me you can suck my dick Fuck this bitch, get this gold, it’s what I’m about I’m coming straight from the dirty South to punch you in your mouth, motherfucker So walk the other direction cause this shit ain’t a game Now take this verse as a message
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
Sicknature is back with the rampage Feet earthquakes shatter the landscapes Smashing the damn place while the stars are trapped in the backstage room Doom is upon you if the goons are snoozed on The soon boom’s hard enough to fill tombs with your honour We ruin it for you, crush the fucking game and end of it smarter If ? talker I bring ? rock, this is the end of the order Forced by killing God hip hop Benjamin Parker The madness enable my shoulder devil I’ll strangling angels Every track that I’m splashing on is ramming your faith in Hard enough to pulverize your whole skeleton leaving you dangling Shit even after that you’ll be eager to thank em For weaving this bangers, banging hard and destroying the slow jam Dead shitty careers and give em two coins for the boatman This shit is pounding and deep, we loud as the beat Out for the feast, now get the fuck down on your knees