[Verse 1: Claas]
Yo!
Hear the thunder boom (thunder boom), lightning hit the ground with the big crack (Blow)
Cock back, swing hard with the big bat (Yeah!)
Sick tracks, kill all with the click clack (Ha!)
Ain't even gotta spit fast when I spit facts (Nah!)
Got a knack, I attack, I’m a riffraff (Yeah!)
Y'all really want me to go mad?
Go bad on these niggas like I go nads?
And I ain't even gotta show sack, y’all know that
Clizzle's the definition of throwback, Mitchell
And that's why y'all flow whack (Ha!)
I'm the big bang, the world'll go black
Story of the year, turn the page (Turn the page)
Ice age with a slight bit of rage
Gorilla in a cage taking aim at a rampage
Insane and engaged with my membranes
Locked, loaded, and ready to shoot first
Dry mouth got a thirst to put bodies all in a hearse
Draggin' bodies through the dirt while they're screaming at me, it hurts
Peter Gabriel with the sledgehammer ’til they burst (Yeah!) I’m the king, bitch
Long term in this motherfucking scene, bitch
Others come and go but y'all ain’t ever seeing me switch
I'ma keep it me and throw these middles up for free shit
Jesus couldn't even touch my genius (Nah!)
Get these bitches riding all up on my penis (Haha!)
So listen motherfuckers 'cause I mean this
Sick Gang, bitch, you know who the team is
I’m a fucking veteran and bitch I keep it moving, do it better than
These other motherfuckers here, they severance
Ghost shit, nah, I leave 'em all irrelevance
Guess the bear fuckin' all y'all like the Revenant
[Chorus: Claas]
Yeah! This shit is sick, bitch (Sick, bitch)
Pick the phone up, you know who to call (Sick Gang)
Sick Gang! Nailing motherfuckers to the wall
Halt! Y'all don't really want it with the squad (Naw!)
Murder everything until it's fucking gone (Yah!)
Middles up, we've been known to kill 'em all (Let's go!)
This shit is sick, bitch (Sick, bitch)
Pick the phone up, you know who to call (Sick Gang)
Sick Gang! Nailing motherfuckers to the wall
Halt! Y'all don't really want it with the squad (Naw!)
Murder everything until it's fucking gone (Yah!)
Middles up, we've been known to kill 'em all (Let's go!)
[Verse 2: Dieabolik The Monster]
Claas told me to kill it, so I'm leaving the track lifeless
Snatch you out the booth, I'm revoking your rap license (Haha!)
And fuck a battle, I'll start with the next crisis
Terroristic mentality, brutality of ISIS
Death to a hater, I'm bombing the opposition
And leaving the rigor mortis to rapid decomposition
Stuffed with fat and I'm like trapper, I slaughter the competition (Hahaha, fuck around in the dark 'cause you went missing)
I fuck a weapon when I'm gripping' artillery
Thick blood like emails (Haha, hi Hillary)
This new information may not be significant so let's get it out (Bye Hillary)
Gang shit, Gorehop, this that sick music (Sick)
It's that grab a fucking bat and beat your bitch to it (Oh, hell no)
[Interlude: Dieabolik The Monster]
That went too far, bro. I don't really beat bitches. My bad. I don't beat bitches bro
[Chorus: Claas]
Yeah! This shit is sick, bitch (Sick, bitch)
Pick the phone up, you know who to call (Sick Gang)
Sick Gang! Nailing motherfuckers to the wall (Sick!)
Halt! Y'all don't really want it with the squad (Naw!)
Murder everything until it's fucking gone (Yah!)
Middles up, we've been known to kill 'em all (Let's go!)
This shit is sick, bitch (Sick, bitch)
Pick the phone up, you know who to call (Sick Gang)
Sick Gang! Nailing motherfuckers to the wall
Halt! Y'all don't really want it with the squad (Naw!)
Murder everything until it's fucking gone (Yah!)
Middles up, we've been known to kill 'em all (Let's go!)
[Verse 3: Don Orias]
I'm 'bout to purge again
I can feel the hate inside my body surfacing
Yeah! Stabbing competition when I flow
Go and shove a pole through the middle like a circus tent
And I'm vicious, catch a body up in Texas
Bag it up and dump it off down in Memphis
Change your name on some rich shit (Yeah!)
Burn their car and body parts wherever their fingerprints is
I put a shovel on your neck and jump on that bitch like a pogo stick
Y'all keep talking shit, that's what your hoe gon' get
Yeah, bearded dragon baby, y'all Komodo shit
Y'all bozos, I put your body in a barrel like our logo
Then fuck your bitch with a knife on the GoPro
I've been up ten straight on NoDoz or was it coco? I don't know (Haha)
I got a sick fucking gang I'ma bring along (Yah)
In the hook on this bitch I can sing along
I was spitting ammunition like the Vietcong
Bitch, I'm jumping with the chains like Spawn
Yeah, we done get it on, got Wolverine claws
The bear running with these murder team dogs
Murder three off with that Hercules toss
Hurtin' me, now y'all in surgery clothes
Like uhh! I'ma cut 'em up a little bit
Y'all fucking with the game and you an idiot
I shoot 'em like a cowboy, runnin' up the middle like I'm Emmitt Smith
Scalp 'em like an Indian
Cutting out the middle man, cut 'em with the instrument
You starting up this shit but now I'm ending it
Put your fucking murder on the Internet and make it go viral
All see a scarred mask, blacked out eyeballs (Uhh!)
