[Verse 1: CryGene]

Centre of attention as I enter up in this bitch

I venture with the pencil ain't no interrupting this shit

Did I mention I got no penance filled with vengeance I'm still pissed

Steady with the weapon reckon I injure with linguistics

Hungry for blood man I eat em all like yummy yum

Tummy rumbles it's hard to stomach those dummy dums

I breath hell fire an underdog underground

So in case you were wondering now you know where the fire is coming from

Ain't no bettеr match when

Lars and Cry get it cracking

Ruckus supplier, spitting thundеr when these fuckers arrive inferno arises

Fuck up the rivals, better duck when I'm clutching the mic

I usher with the toughest murderous rhymes, buck up you can't

Stare at your death right up in my eyes

[Verse 2: Lars Spaceship]

I'm so bright they dilate from the shine, they all my pupils

USA the crime rates on the rise this shit is crucial

But my mind state stays on the grind, you wasting my time?

Got plenty razor blades I'm leaving baked in a pie

My secret recipe, especially deadly, they call me heavenly

Allegedly they ready but Ls keep hitting em heavily

I'll never leave I'm ready to snap I'm spitting that celery

They testing me, the difference here is my pen is the weaponry

Got the game in my hands, this my plan

Go Titan

I'll lead the team, I'm yelling I'll go Titan

I'm throwing bars they might land

So don't you step on my land

Or I can dispose of you I'll do it with my right hand

[Verse 3: CryGene]

See I've been known for how different I do this shit

Full of soul how my lyrics and my music is

Full assault you'll think I'm the king by the look of it

The way I school em rappers, it's evident you stupid bitch

Sure Divine with the thoughts and the words combined

Flawless delivery like the beat tryna birth a child

Wordplays, bars, metaphors, lyrics I got it all covered...versatile

Sure that was over your head and that's the irony

I'm packing a stack of some radical fabulous punchlines feel the fire in me

And battle me? Gotta be outta yo mind I be cracking yo back and I'm back on yo ass and I'm mad as a hatter, attacking ya batter anatomy like I'm handling [mannequins]

Fuck it can't handle the manic in, bitch caution

Go toe to toe I'm causing enormous torsions in your soul cordially retort with metaphors vocal cordical torture

You're fortunate I ain't show you my form of the four horsemen

Forging the horror poems on your corpse's bones on the morgue floor

Smorgasbord of organs pour outta your torse

Of course no remorse when I scorch with a torch or more so

It's war of course if you whores get to provoking and joking when them horns yo

[Verse 4: Lars Spaceship]

I warned hoes who didn't really want me before tho

I perform and they get wet it's like I'm shooting a porno

My spot is what you couldn't afford tho

I heard you got no shot because your spots getting foreclosed

I'm coming from the heart but they do not see my torso

I stay up in the oven and I'm hot like DiGiorno

I do this shit for cheese, you do this shit for hoes

I go and buy more keys, you go and buy you more clothes

I'm leaving the village cause everyday I'm chilling

Really should be out making scrilla, not in my feelings

Lately I been feeling like I'm the illest

Spit with realest so we get even iller

Came with the mac and you can take that as the strap or the Miller

Y'all play with caps don't even got yourself a gat to conceal or

Even a bat you miss the jack I'm swinging back like gorillas

It's just a fact like 101 I tip my hat to Cruella

Cause where I'm at it kinda feel like being black in vanilla

Outstanding cause I stand out where's my standing ovation

If the planets rotating I keep the plan in rotation

Demanding all my time I keep my hands in they faces

Tell em watch these middle fingers flip you off and embrace it

Before I snap yo wrist like a mechanical bracelet

They tryna block my shine with the hating

I uppercut him looking I gave him a face lift

But I'ma give em smoke and I ain't talking bout vaping

Bitch I got the Juice and the motherfucking the hot sauce

Spit a verse and give a rapper lock jaw-

Feel like I'm hot dog grabbing the sawed off

Ready to pop off you better watch dawg

One blink of an eye and I might hit the game like it watch dogs

[Verse 5: CryGene]

Hack up anybody dumb I ravage and pardon none

Casket the bravados stun em bedazzled when drama comes

Madness I harbor, Abaddon in with a Scarlet sun

Challenge this monster you'll be asking for martyrdom

[Verse 6: Lars Spaceship]

You'll be asking for martyrdom while I'm giving you Mardi Gras

Start a war, cut the fun and shut all of the parties off

I'm feeling spiritual but no body can hear it tho

Me and Cry getting lyrical, show you just how my spirit flows

[Verse 7: CryGene]

My spirit Flows through the bars straight

Got a killa flow to Barb fates

Y'all be Making boo-boos like lil ghosts with their arms raised

Better know this is our game so 'fore you step in the arcade

Be ready for death carols, barrels and perils

[Verse 8: Lars Spaceship]

Be ready for death carols, barrels and perils

I ran into a mummy then had to bury a pharaoh

Now I play for the keepers, and pray for the weaker

I hope they never have see Lars' crazy demeanor

[Verse 9: CryGene]

Crazy demeanor, we aim through the speakers

No one ain't messing with us, we give cranial seizures

You claiming you upper, and got Satan beneath us

But hell is the surface I'll be taking you deeper