[Intro: RcThaHazard]

We rollin'? Check, one, two

You gotta hear me out

[Verse 1: RcThaHazard]

Motherfuckers wanna get it, we fucking got it, not forgetting the fucking chronic

Got a theory 'bout this eerie route they will clearly doubt

Scheming with giants, you suck like cleaning appliances, what's a team without clients? Seem to be dreaming of violence, but if I'm screaming in silence, nobody will hear me shout what we're about

Huh, a little more than raps on a scrap page, ready and strapped, plenty of tracks, that is attack

Never to lack, obvious, the best audience for the backstage (We Optimus)

Gotta stay positive in this glass cage (We all do great)

I be unlocking this with my past rage

When we attack, where they at? Fill in the gap, they're everywhere on the map, but you're last in the rat race

[Verse 2: Jamie Clawsin]

Tried to keep calm, tried playing nice, hmm, where did that get me?

Making these songs and I be slaying mics, nope, no one dosing from Pepsi

I can't go poppin' my corny jokes, but I can get it poppin' like a forty-four

Hurricane, giant tsunami, there's too much snow, cause of a weather warning

It was forming slow, action is slow, back with this flow

No stacks of the dough but attacking you foes, pack up and go, that is the dough

You're whack when you rap, you can slap with a hoe, smack like an ass, and the fact is you slow

And I've had it with those who just act like they know, back in the shows, and we'll rattle the coast

Where you at, HazMat? We're rapping, I hope

Everything we want but some of the greatest things take time, yes, I admit it

Yeah, I wear a crown when I come to tear it down, but do you want to hear a king make rhymes when I come to spit it?

Yeah, motherfuckers act like they don't hear my lyrics, they wonder what to say 'cause once I hit the grave

I'm gonna haunt them every day, they will fear my spirit

[Bridge: Jamie Clawsin]

See what happens when you doubt us? We will expose all you cowards

You can try to lie, but we can tell, dog, first let me introduce you to the Hell Squad

[Verse 3: MC Igu]

Okay, nêgo, aqui ainda é claro, Guminai Jang é o Squad, declaro

Guerra para nigo de lorota sem parar, hey, bitch, tenho money pra fazer tu deitar, mothafucka'

Aqui não tem GG, mothafucka', aqui no flow Jet Li, meu fucka'

Ensina pra mim, mothafucka', sentimento vale mais que Monalisa, mothafucka'

Em cada um que me empata, nem vi, se vi, me atrasa

Li cada zumbi que me passa, esse já fiz, não embaça

Repita fé, sem migué, aqui tu bota pontapé (Ayy)

Bota puta a perna, a ponta quer (Ayy)

Quero pussy e money aqui no império (Ayy)

Enche menos o saco, bitch, fogo no meu beck, yeah

Enfim, meu caminho vou entrar pra achar pelo mínimo (Yeah)

Berkas, my nigga, nigo se virou? (Oh) Berkas, my nigga, nigo zica formou?

Fala mais, pode pá, porque sei que sou (Oh), em mim tudo vem quando vou atrás (Oh)

Menos minha bitch vem que formou, Hell Squad Shit, mano, pega a fita, notou?

[Verse 4: MeeM]

Меня воспитали верить в добро, дали детали, говорят: «Иди строй, бро»

Береги своих бро, говорят, наш мир зло, но я сломаю систему назло

Тем, кто противоречит, предателей [?] засуну я в печку

В адском отряде нет места осечки, когда в кобуре «Smith & Wesson» и «Стечкин»

Будь осторожен с приоритетами, точно сундук набитый монетами

Каждый из нас обладает ответами, выше нас нет, мы летаем с кометами

[Verse 5: Mista Pompeo]

Stałem w kolejce u diabła, ten spytał mnie: "Co za cyrograf chcesz?"

Dawaj te skillsy jak magma — gorące, kopiące, holenderski jazz

Patrz, jak to buja, jak bangla — wyczuwam zazdrość, pewnie też tak chcesz

Rozsiewam swój rap jak wirus, wgryzam się w Ciebie — bolerioza, kleszcz (What)

Nie myśl, że to gra wideo — nie dostaniesz życia, nawet jak muchomora zjesz

Nie myśl, że zniknie Pompeo — nawet jeśli mnie kabel od internetu urwiesz

Twój plan warty mniej niż rubel, pada na glebę, Babel, uwierz

Propsujesz nas czy konspirujesz? Zrobisz to, co chcesz, sam zdecydujesz — Squad

[Verse 6: Skalli]

Heute erzähl' ich vom goldenen Käfig [?] verteufel' die Gegend

Nicht freundlich zu jedem, denn teuflische, wesen erzeugen im Schädel nur häufiges Elend

Ich träume vergebens, die Freuden des Lebens, käufliche Seele wie reudige Mädchen

Erfreu' mich am Elend der täuschenden Wesen

Doch nehm' ich [den Beat?], dann zeuge ich Leben, ah

HellSquadShit, Mutterficker, bitte gib mir Selbstmordtipps

Diese Welt schockt mich, wie ein Held komm' ich

Und ich hoff', [?] bin ich selbst noch nicht

Was für Geld oder Fame? Ich bin selbst noch ich

Bin kein falscher Typ, [?]

Raptechnisch wär dieses Kaff schon tot

Aber glaub mir, der Typ [hier?] fällt noch nicht

[Outro: Jamie Clawsin]

See what happens when you doubt us? We will expose all you cowards

You can try to lie, but we can tell, dog, first let me introduce you to the Hell Squad