[Verse 1: GGrim]

Yall really dont wanna fuck around

Got the mob Toting Blades

Got homies on the ground

Furious, enraged, bloodthirsty

And we're ready for war

See it on my face

I be itching for gore

Dead in the core

Grave in the corn

Look around earth

And see the people are scorn

Think for a second

Why we're mad in this place

Leave the house

Got crackheads on my case

Going mad for the taste

Sharpening my chete

Making plans at the base

Gonna massacre the world

Real swift in the night time

All I wanted was peace

Now their calling for the worst crime

Calling me to take a life

Gotta scope on your rife

But you shaking in your boots

Disarmed now im fuckin your wife

While you maimed in the forrest

Catching blight

Got me feeling real blithe