[Coast]
They know the drill, Philly keep a pack of assholes
Waiting for some drama while I'm on top of some bad hoe
Dicking chicks with big tits and a fat ass
I keep a fully loaded clip in a black bag
You don't pack mags, you don't want the backlash
I'll make your baby mama suck a fart out my fat ass
The most nicest, my whole life is a gory flick
I'll put a fucker in a hole like a horny chick
Barbarian, arms hairy as nasty cunt
Put a ranch choke on um make him yak his lunch
Y'all a faggot bunch, savage with a dagger tongue
Rabbits come packing more damage than a Gatling gun
The most slept on, the most dangerous
I'll have your mans read your eulogy like what a shame it is
I dump louder, my hands covered in gun powder
Which punk do I got to beat the fuck out of
[Tabs]
We're back at it, here to smack you wack faggots
With mathematical facts to pass through your flak jacket
Battle axe tactics attack with tactical black magic
Cats had it cuz you rap like asthmatic crack addicts
You can't hack it, get hacked to fragments by these savages
Put a Louisville through your grill, that's how I go to bat for this
Happily passing spliffs of hash wrapped in cannabis
Laughing while I'm flashing pics of your girl flashing her massive tits
These raptors are ravenous, ravage your pack disastrous
Rabbits getting raptured on some Randy Savage shit
Quick to slap your clique and establish their banishment
But I can't find a hefty bag big enough for all that trash you spit
Pauperis activist, actively attacking all that's glamorous
Catastrophic catalyst of cataclysmic battleship
Bash you babbling bastards with a hammer fist
Smack your cabbage with a hatchet screaming Dead Rabbits bitch
[Hook sampled lyrics from Mobb Deep's "Got It Twisted"]
Can't stop us they too scared
You keep grillin', I'll pump pump the shotty
Can't stop us they too scared
Put you in the trunk then dump dump the body
Can't stop us they too scared
There'll be manslaughter right in front of my kids
Can't stop us they too scared
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
[Coal Cash]
Stare at the static, hearing voices in my attic
The havoc I'm tryna settle'll be the death of every faggot
Plus the hatchet waste leave you detached at the waste
And I hope you can taste the ratchet when it smashes your face
Don't act like it's safe I'll turn this place to a slaughterhouse
Who want to war? you should run when the chainsaw's out
Sawing you mouth, you should bounce before the beer flows
The weak don't want beef, think you compete not even near close
Weirdos, Coal's rocking blood smeared clothes
Dispose of queers, searing eyes and ears closed
The fear grows, I can smell it when you shit your pants
Act like a bitch, go get in the mosh-pit with the fans
I'll stick my hands through your chest to pull your spine out
Out of my mind and I'm happy to blow your mind out
So find out if you doubt my crew's intensity
I'll show you the reason these demons won't even mention me
[Grim]
Every mothafucking verse is sick, you get hurt to this, I'm merciless
I know they frauds, I oppose the gods like Perseus
Your church can burn to bits with everybody still inside
Little guy within the tribe with the biggest will of fight
Rip your spine out, drink your blood and threaten men
And do it on live TV like Russell Edgington
You punks could never win
Bare handed I will crush your mothafucking skeleton, the dust is sediment
Tongues I'm severing
You panic junkies addicts taking mothafuckers up your medicine
When you see us better tuck your fucking necklace in
Everywhere we go they label us as menacing
Like my father did in Nam I'll let you see the horror
We a bunch of crazy honkies, throw a beating on ya
We fucking animals like donkey shows in Tijuana
Creep behind ya lock and load and pop your dome like ???
(Hook)
