[Verse 1: Add-2]
They wanna see me in a casket, drastic when I measure it
Run within the storm these niggas wonder how I weather it
I mean I’m merciful but never let devilish [?] givin’ them hell
But cooler than peppermint [?]
Revel that rebel in black
Take it and spit like I’m sick
I need medicine, living for dead presidents serial verse killer
Leaving cities as heaven its crucifixes that fixes your mind
Nigga tell me is that water or wine, huh?
Drunk with power but these cowards gotta sober up
Frontin’ like they never notice nothin’ nigga know it’s us
I’m too fast to be slowin’ up
You got a gun pointed to my head, shit you still couldn’t hold me up
Roll it like bakers makin’ the bread
Get a [?] we blow em up like a demolition [?] sky high
Why they wanna try I fly by night rappers goin’ bye bye!
[Hook: Add-2]
See these rappers gotta die!
A-what-a-what-a-what, what?
These rappers gotta die!
Whatcha gonna do when we ridin’, slidin’ through?
[Verse 2: Add-2]
I say Add-2 the menace feelin’ violent like a villain
Fillin’ vials up with venom where my vowels like a bitch
She walkin’ [?] to a nigga, see a smile, she a killa
My flow is shutting down a flooded town like it’s finished
When it drown, you sink or swim
The strong survive so I’m feeling like it’s me or them
They gotta die, not break not fall not leave not bleed
Won’t stop til these niggas can’t breather
See these rappers gotta die!
They wonder why I’m hostle, I’m giving you the gospel
This is Malcolm by the window with a rifle
Dope lines, where’s Lindsay Lohan’s right nostril? Shit!
You just a waste of my time, you better off blindfolding the blind
You can’t see me! I sit in silent inside of an empty house
It so quiet could hear a mouse take four
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Sean Boog]
Got a recipe for murder, take crisis then we add to it
Murder mad music, Michael Jackson bad music
Fuck a trend and a fad, shit is taboo and
I’m schooling muthafuckers, something like a grad student
Get your [?] out
We don’t give a fuck like them [?]
Got bars and a full clip for bullshit
Run with a pack of muthafuckers on some wolves shit
We ain’t [?] we move through mountains of knowledge
And move through cities and challenge and anybody doubt me
Now they meet they maker, they wish they never tried
Them muthafuckers [?] right this is do or die
I came to brutal lies, we killin’ who tries
Chop em up and in the dirt is where the loser lies
Ninety-five [?] Sean Boogie nights
Bring a bomb to a knife fight two fingers, I let the beat linger
This is hip hop, not an R&B singer
This is bullets to the chest against a bee stinger
Heat bringer, [?] when he speak venom
This is tear gas right into your tear ducts
I’m here to fuck the world up, we just gettin’ up
For whatever whenever, we dead everything
Dead ringer when the bell ring dead things
[Hook]
[Outro: Add-2]
This nigga gotta go
That nigga gotta go
That nigga can’t flow
That nigga gotta go
Got him in the scope blah!
Got him in the scope blah!
Weak ass rappers, bitch!