[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]

You done feel this wrath, it makes me laugh

How it's easy to snatch your cash with no mask

An evil demeanor, levi jeans and flip flops

With a bloody wife beater, see me

In front of your house cheezing

Squeezing a pistol in the other hand it's a pitchfork

I'll hit ya with accurate precision that means I ain't missin'

I specialize in splitting wigs from a far distance

Twenty years, I can spot a bitch nigga by listenin'

To his tone and rhythm, stop kiddin'

You ain't hitting nothin', I could interrupt your session

In the push of a button while you up in the booth cussin' and frontin'

Your shit won't happen

While I'm grabbing a mag you reach for your pen and pad

Nigga I ain't no bitch

I break the mic over your head while your engineer is screaming in high pitch

[Chorus: Danny Diablo]

Kill 'em dead, kill 'em dead

Kill 'em dead, kill 'em dead, gunshot blast

Pay respect when you see the king

This taste of blood will be your offering

Time is money so put on your mask

Feel the wrath of the shotgun blast

[Verse 2: Diabolic]

After years of evolution moving inches

My DNA evolved to a superhuman sickness

Short circuit in my brain, a few computer glitches

Act a fool, snatching jewels and crucifixes

In the music business, eating some crumbs

Creeping the slums, waiting for the reaper to come

Mix weed in my lungs with a liter of rum

And I'm possessed by a demon speaking in tongues

Unforgettable dope twice the medical dose

Got you feeling the beat like you're checking it's pulse

Expecting results, no federal notes

Hoes ripping off their clothes like The Incredible Hulk

So I'm letting the folks know I'm usually calm

Burning trees like Napalm through Vietnam

A short fuse wired to a nuclear bomb

Smacking prima donnas out their Louis Vuitton, it's on

[Chorus: Danny Diablo]

Kill 'em dead, kill 'em dead

Kill 'em dead, kill 'em dead, gunshot blast

Pay respect when you see the team

This taste of blood will be our offering

Time is money so put on your mask

Feel the wrath of the shotgun blast

[Verse 3: Sean Strange]

Yo, hey yo your girl a fat dirty whore, I would never marry her (Nope!)

They never go to your door like a letter carrier

Break a barrier, my foot in the door

While you rappers smoking good weed that you couldn't afford

Ordinary born on a Friday night maybe what you've heard

Braggin' that you got a hit record only your crew heard

You can't find a fan that even know your name

Operate, shoot the gift and lift your brain up your shoulder blade

Made in America, I'm better when I move calmly

If you harm me, I come and vomit at your pool party

No tool on me, homie, read the rhyme

I got more views on one vid than your team combined

Sean Michael, the ideal type, you should have me in black

For the talent that I got, now I carry a track

Charge my battery pack, attack the game with the threat emotion

Prepare the potion, it's rare and potent

[Chorus: Danny Diablo]

Kill 'em dead, kill 'em dead

Kill 'em dead, kill 'em dead, gunshot blast

Pay respect when you see the team

This taste of blood will be our offering

Time is money so put on your mask

Feel the wrath of the shotgun blast