I grab the mic and I tear it up, what, this is Slund cut

Rough stuff, shit you can’t get enough, turn it up

The sound from below the underground

My flow won't let go, tear you up in the first round

Here it is, my dark style from the abyss

You're dismissed as your lips get kissed by my fist

Don't resist, turn it up louder

My stuff is more addictive than that fucking white powder

Lyrical executioner

Wanna come and flex, muthaslunda test my stamina

Test my flow, turn around and just go

Don't even look back when my mode is on attack

This is no commercial crap, no whining on a wack track

It's the raw noisy shit known to cause a heart attack

One man rat pack, lyrical maniac

Wanted dead or alive for murdering the track

Yeah, I came here to bring you fear

Lyrical murderer, pain for your ear

Raw stuff, somewhat rough, keep your eyes shut

This is no Mickey Mouse shit, this is Slund cut

Cut, Slund cut

Cut, Slund cut

Lyrical destruction, raw cut production

Going in a noisy and grimy direction

Masked face, no trace, hide in your safe space

Coming through, coming through

Like the invasion of "da mad face"

Oh shit, the beat won’t quit

Watch out for my flow as I start to spit

And I'm never coming wack with my Slund cut attack, no

You know I come correct and you know this ain’t techno

Heck no, this is the real shit you've been waiting for

Feeling like I'm Biggie when I kick in the door

Cut, Slund cut

Cut, Slund cut