[Verse 1 - Chester P]

Hell raising, Gods and moonrakers

Soon to hit Earth and leave a few craters

Came with a Vader mask and tomb raiding

Cats who can't wait to test their new tasers

Mutated moons with two faces

Frown on sunless nights and crusaders

Found in endless slums of self triumph

Thrive in the hands o' men that slew giants

[Verse 2 Farma G]

Rah, fucking with the mic murderer

Where there's tread for the hurdler

True tongue verbalist

Shut down shop be burglar

Must start panicking, pearlies above ya

It's a bloody blue murder

Watch shit now you hеard her

And if you wanna be free

Then scrеam like ya mean it

Ya fucking with a genius

[Verse 3 - Chester P]

Came with a bunch of kids who light fires

Halloween dreams with Mr. Mike Myers

Walked in looking a part of Van Helsing

Day to day life left the wolf man yelping

First class burial, march and dark crystals

Peg leg pirates slammin' large pistols

Found in the endless slum of self triumphs

Slicing the hands of men who slew giants

[Verse 4 - Farma G]

Oroonoko neck in a choke hold

Step on the track like an ape goin' loco

No solo, two hand bolo

Swept off your feet replayed in a slow mo

In the eyes of a vandal

Destroy any kinda crew in a tangle

Shit, now you're deep in a cesspit

Call for support I make a move to the exit

[Verse 5 - Chester P]

Caveman stuck in a cave with stone mangers

Long range callibre drawn for lone rangers

Cowboys, camels and empty glass chambers

Whore house, villas and villains and masked raiders

Trapped in the bitter regrets of old timers

Gold rush killers, then be miners

Found in the endless slums of self triumph

Lost in the hands of men who slew giants

[Verse 6 - Farma G]

Track biters

Dumb fuck, sock attack

Nunchuck, brick or bat

Axeman, liver mash

Hit a mat, jumped up whippersnap

Figure that, old school boom bap

Never gonna make it back

Critical beat down, leave drowned

Then you get ya old phone gone for the queens pounds

In the blink of a cat's eye

Tryna understand Task Force we could never die

[Verse 7 - Chester P]

Hit the hard times in the back pack looting

Soon to rub heads with the rap Rasputin

Mad monk with a belly full o' blueprints

Skunk drenched bully put a pinch on the new Grinch

Dumbed down you'll be found under floorboards

Soon to explode with another new warlord

In the endless slums of self triumph

Life in the hands of men who slew giants

[Verse 8 - Farma G]

Like a nest full of hornets

Hat to the side, head down for the swarming

Blood shed, blood red, dawning all morning

Storming the barrels you were born in

No savior, back breaker, ten acres

Covered in a blood red flavour

No music playing in the graveyard

Death walks silent

Death walks silent