| We ride where we come from |
| We get high where we come from |
| It’s suicide, try to play dumb |
| Go against mine, you could die where we come from |
| Welcome to the Terrordome |
| Silver Surfer, my exterior is mirrored chrome |
| Kill planets as I fly through the galaxy |
| And smash every fuckboy act that lives a fallacy |
| I’m exploding with vitality |
| Hard to find a capable compatible mentality |
| I found young De, that’s my young G |
| Just as fearsome, lethal, equally as hungry |
| When I start snapping on a beat it gives you cold chills |
| White axe face tatted rapper wearing gold grills |
| Moved to the USA cause shit was killing me |
| High toxicity with zero visibility |
| I’m thinking how am I gonna make it I’m too complex |
| Waking up hallucinating, screaming with my palms wet |
| Then I realized they realized that I’m a bomb threat |
| New kid with the experience of Vietnam vets |
| The way I’m feeling, just know I’m willing to die |
| For what I believe in, blow my smoke up in the sky |
| Living life like this, live for nights like this |
| Drink a 5th, smoke and sip, take a hit, that’s my shit |
| Any bottle on the table, living so unstable |
| She got a body of an angel but that ain’t no halo |
| All about the dollar, pound, euro, peso |
| Son a nigga like a cradle, shot’s fatal, independent no payroll |
| Arrive like deliverance, this the wack rapper nemesis |
| Fuck your censorship we killing shit right on the premises |
| And my head up in the clouds, puffing loud, no access |
| You haters ain’t allowed to come around, you past tense |
| Tune to the sounds and right now watch the crowd |
| Crowd around, inside a riot, get wild |
| And I came from the abyss with some kill to twist |
| Black and white mix, suck a dick |
| Who the fuck you fuckin' with bitch |
| We on some ride or die shit, a mighty and majestic beast |
| The competition better exit or you’ll rest in peace |
| Kill shows, all these other cats are extra goofy |
| Use my iPhone to make a porn after with sexy groupies |
| Fuck em two at a time until they’re screaming |
| A green eyed, ink covered, three legged demon |
| My words are magical, they’re dancing, jumping off the pages |
| And every word I blurt’s a murderous engagement |
| I’m raging, this is oral choreography |
| We’re climbing, steady new sensation, they’re tobogganing |
| Fifteen minutes of fame, they fall so fast |
| That’s cause we do it for the love before the cold cash |
| I’m not saying we don’t want a little extra loot |
| But to our soldiers, we salute, and lyrically we execute |
| These fuckboys all chickenheads with ruffled feathers |
| We made it through the roughest weather, skin is tough as leather |