[Spoken intro]

[Verse 1: Lord Lhus]

You don’t wanna say we fucking you up

I'm with the clique now in T.Dot running em up

Hit you with sick styles

Comin' for your daughters and sons with a crew of henchmen

I’m the father, have you shot with a gun, get ammunition

I can never be stopped, you can never take my spot

But you can get shot, ask about me on the block

There's no one real as Lhus, never faking to fuck

It be like some killin and punchin' in the face of a chump

This is murder rap, the rebirth of bomb music

We connect in T.O with Reel Wolf and Tom Vujcic

A nuisance, spark marijuana everyday

It's Lord Lhus, South Carolina born and raised muthafucka!

[Verse 2: Sean Strange]

I’m a New York giant, attackin your front line

The shotgun clap and have you gaggin on blood

Try my clique, the morgue'll have another toe to tag

Chop you up and stuff your head into the bowling bag

Show the flag, prepare for a Global Domination

Control the population, never fold to confrontation

I'm doper than a bundle, if you dare to try

Better know I got the shovel and a bag of lime

My name's Sean, a true product of the Creep Code

No matter what, my heart will forever be cold

Jump through the jungle, my people keep lurkin'

Cousin Pat to the death the fuckin' Street Urchin

We keep the heat burstin'

[Verse 3: J Nyce]

They gon' kill us, nah, we gon' kill them

We're not gorillas, we just real men

Real killers gripping heaters 'till your steel bends

Real recognize real, but I don't hear them

End of the world, end of the road, disappearing

Hanging from the end of the rope, this is where it ends

My friends were informants saying there were warrants

They got me in a sting like a nest full of hornets

I'm not going to the bing, I'm going to war with

The Canadian government, judges and lawyers

I think God is sitting back, watching and enjoying this

Destroy this, J Nyce hit the button, the missile deployed with

[Verse 4: Sicknature]

Sicknature part of the goons, stompin' platoons

Ya'll get entombed if ya'll interrupting

We bargin' into this game with the marvelous boom

Your better off embarking for doom

I fuck your image up like a tattoo artist on shrooms

I ain't stoppin' for less, think because I'm sick

I'll be stuck in the bed? You dickfaces are fucked in the head

We could release this the reaper deceases

Eager to eat this saw a beast strategic snatching your chain

Leavin' you pieceless

Sinister with prominent wishes stoppin your business

Shit is in reverse you get your eye popped for the spinach

Got immaculate plans used to chill in Copenhagen

Now I'm crashing through the gates of your city

Like a battering Ram

[Verse 5: Shallow Pockets]

Total the damage, I've broken the planet, awoke in a panic

So much for granted you don't understand it

I'm blowin' the fam that live close with the chrome and the cannon

Brought a gun to the show, they should've pat me down

Dead bodies on the floor, hope you happy now

Now the cops on the phone tryin' to talk me down

Won't let the hostage go but I'll let off a round

Take over the globe, take over your town

Vancouver to Scotia, I hear you loud

Cop dope when the price is down

Look at your head it got a price on it now

Livin' the life that you writing about

Seek Pockets and the lights went out!