There might be war so the mike ready for my heavy pen, please
Let me write, record another record for heavy weapons, in
Sixty seconds, sixteen is up for grabs without questioning
I hope to ring up Liam and question if he got bread to bring
I better have understood this warfare and if I'll like it for
Adding joints and joining this bounce, for awful arthritis
In broad taste, landlord hates, hatred for the front door to take, tape
Mouths shut when they call Ermey if caught without a war face
And get the first take for primary that the war hates
Too poor to afford a place, in case that corner store roof breaks
Do not touch be careful, just be ready for doomsday
My birthday 21st May you gimme that loot tray, so
Groove stays on my bass line, the great vine, don’t save time for
What other groups make, so I'm bound to push those new mates
Over, kill an evil empire and ride with De La Rocha and
Pushed around the same time my birthday present was Daytona
I'm begging over and over, for lines for hours "But
We don't need to show, you Jackal that world is ours"
It's packed with punchlines sour than sour patches on acid you
Cowards wouldn't even take it so gimme all I'll devour packed with
Power gorgeous as the beats by Kanye, we’re bound to count the
Amount of times you niggas get fouler so make sure it gets louder
Grab another bladed blender, start to grind these niggas into
Powder, or mix em' all up into chowder
Cos‘ now it's word to wound up Padawans, grounds we battle on
Got to smack them babies at their christening but they're not yet
Born, gotta start the bonfire, on foot, all
Rapping from childish niggas that have em bitch and all sook, huh
Cos sookie sookie niggas wasn't shit, never fucking
Fit not even earlier, their baby hair curlier
Stick to Dunkin' Donuts when its Dilla on killing sprees
Name in all caps when you're doomed with me and Madvillainy