[Verse 1: JP Tha Hustler]

I got the Judas cradle, get your body mutilated

Septic shock and in a while we leave your carcass penetrated

The brazen bull get you heated by this raging bull

You made the fool when we be killing you with the iron tool (Ugh)

Ain't no mercy, ain’t compassion when we lay you down (No mercy)

Waterboarder keep you tortured with the metal crown

I spray a metal round, lay you on the fucking ground

Defecation emanating from your hollow ass

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]

Yeah! In your mouth we pour lots of gas

And we make you swallow glass that was broken into piеces

Now you are tomorrow's past, aggressivеly stab and left to leak out

Right behind the building with his beak out, just trying to reach out (Reach out)

Calling for help, he tried to seek out (He tried to seek out)

Executing, didn't you read the sign that said "Keep Out"? (Keep Out)

TG about bringing you pain that never fades away

Like serenading your skin with tiny razorblades

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]

We the judge, jury, and the executioner

Mask on our face lay you down like a luchador

OGs in the game with the gritty and the grimy shit

Treason for the squad and you gonna get your face split

We the judge, jury, and the executioner

Mask on our face lay you down like a luchador

OGs in the game with the gritty and the grimy shit

Treason for the squad and you gonna get your face split

[Verse 3: Insane Poetry]

Team Guillotine, we are LSP’s death merchants

Doctors of death, we're the best surgeons

My icepick will leave your neck squirtin'

As I continue workin' it back and forth across your throat

And each poke is exhilarating, hearing the screams and the sounds he's making

Kicking and moving with his body shaking, snuff film

You should have saw what we left inside the edit room

Pics to your parents after your death when we beheaded you

[Verse 4: JP Tha Hustler]

It's the Mister Murder Making Mobbing With My Music Men

Mista Doesha get you broke and scripted with the Scripto pen

JP is a sado, put a Faygo in your frame

Then I shake you like a baby and you vomit from your brain

I'ma split it with a skillet that's been holding to an edge

Got a razor thin object I will slide across your head

Throw an L for the win, living life in reverse

I started from the top, put you down in a hearse

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]

We the judge, jury, and the executioner

Mask on our face lay you down like a luchador

OGs in the game with the gritty and the grimy shit

Treason for the squad and you gonna get your face split

We the judge, jury, and the executioner

Mask on our face lay you down like a luchador

OGs in the game with the gritty and the grimy shit

Treason for the squad and you gonna get your face split