[Produced by SOUL BEAT]
[Intro]
I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror... Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies!
[Verse 1: gamemast15r & Almighty U-Sorcerer]
I murder motherfuckers, I'm serving you motherfuckers
I'm trying to make sure that I never heard of you motherfuckers
I flip mics, while my boy flips dykes
While I make them flip back cause I don't hit right
I'm the white Ingagi, the white honky
You can't stop me, I'm not Nazi
I'm just obvi-ous, you can't stop me cuz
I'm just waiting for motherfuckers to start poppin' up
Uh, make niggas run faster than computer motors
We got TEC's, you got super soakers
What we got here is a failure to communicate
Niggas worldwide pay me to assassinate
Y'all niggas so worried about a super-team
You ain't realize Almighty bout to shoot from three
Ever since first grade, I knew I'd always be a baller
I'm Andre like 3K, you Andre Iguodala
[Chorus]
Get ready for the apocalypse, we droppin' clips
You already know who the apostle is
The sorcerer & the master, ain't nobody stoppin' us
Massacre mass murder, now get ready for the apocalypse
[Bridge: gamemast15r]
Pull an evil dead, all I can do is be groovy
I got nuttin’ to do but rip off of scary movies
[Verse 2: Almighty U-Sorcerer]
And horror’s my reality, I have to tote an Uzi
Wintertime, stocking up my wood, no Snoopy
Got your team on the bench like you took them to Judge Judy
Rhymes are flawless beauties and the content sound like Call of Duty
Welcome to my hell, you will never escape
Remember niggas killed themselves with some measuring tape
Barbers getting slaughtered, we made it look like a beauty shop
It's hard to get the center of my brain like a Tootsie Pop
Had a lunch at Golden Corral, got cloned in a cell
I'm a major like Ghost In The Shell, I'm going to hell
Ball like Johnson in Orlando, that's some magic for the both of us
Now the time for apocalypse, Francis Ford Coppola
Yeah, me and Master on a track, now it's a masterpiece
Kill me now and I'll live forever, this ain't the last of me
Put a gun to his head, now his thoughts have started weakening
Hate to wrap it up like a taco with no seasoning
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Almighty U-Sorcerer]
Turn you to a ghost, you'll be looking like Casper
I threw the magic touch in and gave it to the master
[Verse 3: gamemast15r]
Who told your fucking ghost writers that they could be rappers
I'm the spawn of the elder gods and the son of a bastard
Completely an addict, I'm like Columbine but completely in traffic
When your song comes on the radio all I hear completely is static
Remember when I said "I'm rock hard, you stay soft"
Let's escalate, bitch I'm Rakim and you're Jake Paul
I'm like a McDonald's slaughterhouse when I go and bring to beef to you
Giving your ass third degree burns when I go off and bring the heat to you
People tell me I wear my fucking heart on my sleeve
But I got tattoos of mass murder and All Hallow's Eve
I'll cut you're life support like I make cuts on a record
In the school of hard knocks, bitch I'm the professor
Human history repeats, we'll probably never learn our lessons
And mother nature works as it does to make sure the world is mended
Why the fuck do we really care about this race shit
Cause in the end we're all gonna fucking die, just face it
[Outro]
You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment! Because it's judgment that defeats us
