(VERSE 2)
Studio gangsters best sit the fuck down,
Cuz It's my time motherfuckers, now I'm holdin' ground,
This is my battlefield, lay down or stay down,
Takin' out your whole army when the war trumpets sound,
Knuckle up!
or walk away like a fuckin' bitch,
Start talkin' shit and I'll bust ya fuckin' lip,
Comin' at me wrong might get your wig split, so
Keep talkin' motherfucker, see how long you live,
It's Kain9ne and Rotten and we runnin' this track,
Pussy ass faggots best step the fuck back, see
I'm strapped with a bat, he's strapped with an axe,
Leavin' only busted up domes and hacks in your backs,
And when we get together, it's like a change in the weather,
So damn hard we make others look soft as feathers,
Bring ya brain game if you think you're fuckin' clever,
'cause I got a meat cleaver and you got some veins to sever.
(VERSE 4)
Pathological Psychopath,
Cuttin' your fuckin' ass in half,
Causin' a fuckin' blood bath,
Stabbin' you while I laugh,
cockin' the hammer back,
Blow anutha hole in ya ass,
Chokin' your throat 'til you gasp,
Just to see how long you last,
Walkin' with a fuckin' axe,
plantin' it in many backs,
Unloadin' plenty mags,
Steady bussin' helly caps,
Spittin' fire mixed with gas,
Burnin' through all your tracks,
Rotten may have killed ya ass,
Bringin' Death Rap to the Cul-de-sacs!
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