[Verse 1: Freddie Dredd]

Got this feelin' in my chest, now come on, baby, go and guess

Damn, this feeling is so blessed, I wonder who gon' get the test

Mighty fight you put up, but there's nothing stopping me

As I whip the blade out, slowly pressed it to your guts, you weak

"Please, stop hurting me", the last thing that you could've said

Grippin' tighter on your neck, I think this bitch is almost dead

No remorse for no one, you're a moron if you think you're wrongin' me

It is best if you don't test the F-R-E-Double D-I-E

Tryna catch your breath as you grabbin' for your phone

Who you think you gonna dial? You can get no help, you know

This is the end, you are not my fuckin' friеnd

You are just another pawn, I'ma come and kill again

[Verse 2: Apoc Krysis]

ATL my city, bitch

Tricky with thе sentences

Down to go the distance just to end all your existences

It's Apoc, game a lot

Give it up or get shot

Love the gun sounds

Like a motherfuckin' waka flock (FUCK)

We ain't gucci, we ain't good

Carpet bombs inside your hood

Pulse droppin', cop it cuz

And can't you hear the slam of wood?

Fuck you hoes, fuck you punks

Take the mic and shove it up

You ain't got the fuckin' nuts

You ain't got the guts to bust

Trashman and Freddie Dredd

All of us will leave you dead

Big hole inside your head

Place the hits, we got the bread

Shrapnel tearin' you to shreds

You ain't safe, dominance

Copying its consequence

Breakin' down your confidence