[Intro: Singapore Kane]

Singapore, Bomshot, Jus Allah

DJ Drama on the track

Yeah; the Evil Dead, Devil'z Rejects

[Verse 1: Jus Allah]

I only rise when it's time for me to fuck or get high

And when my ninth life dies and I'm up in the skies

Me and rhymes match perfect like Devil and lies

He only wish he had purpose on a level of mines

The God Jus Allah hurts like natural birth

Without a dad or a nurse; can't imagine it worse

You're only mad in your verse; this my actual thirst

My simplest words more than you could fathom at first

Go back to your church, hope your motherfucking luck works

Dumb fucks like yourself just stuff earth

To me, God takes time: there's a waiting line

I could break your fucking faith like hate-crimes

You're so mere, I wish you'd disappear

The Lake of Fire burns red devils to crystal-clear

I never went to sixth grade, I skipped a year

Once I found I had a way in my brain to shift the gears

[Chorus]

"Buckshot through the speaker" - Inspectah Deck

"Buckshot through the speaker" - Inspectah Deck

"I got the toast and I'm firin'" - Dom Pachino

[Verse 2: Singapore Kane]

When my dogs hunt you, ain't no place safe you can run to

Monasteries or mosques: none of them'll want you

Your clock is ticking when death hunts you

And when the cannon blow you away, your fam wonder where you gone to

Heaven or Hell? Their eyes swell from remembering

The day you got scalped, like Singapore was an Indian

Save all the talk, 'cause when guns bark

Niggas get burnt alive like the Joan of Arc

You can't stop a soldier who's a known bipolar

Epileptic, dyslexic gun holder

You'll be dead for days 'til someone smell the odour

Bugs, earth and air decompose ya

And your friends told ya, "Chill, before it's just a graphic scene"

You got more bitch in you than Maxim magazine

I pass Glocks to Bomshot

And me, him and Jus Allah plot to spill blood like Pol Pot

[Chorus]

"Buckshot through the speaker" - Inspectah Deck

"Buckshot through the speaker" - Inspectah Deck

"I got the toast and I'm firin'" - Dom Pachino

[Verse 3: Bomshot]

The Master Builders: we building on Five Pillars

Raise your sword in the name of the Lord, we snake killers

My rhymes are many signs for mankind to marvel

When I die, I'm in the sky in mansions made of marble

So I'ma set it straight, why would God hesitate?

When I meditate, it cause the holy shrine to levitate

Even when it rains, my thoughts remain sunny

I pray inside of gardens where rivers flow with honey

Recline onto golden chariots; only angels carry it

My dick Swings Low, you could call me Sweet Chariot

My pure beams of light that could uphold the skies

Just one of the many blessings from the mighty, the wise

Who gave you eyes, ears, mouth, nose and hands to observe

You ingrate: little thanks you give in return

Come put your life on the line: best believe I could hurt that

You'll rest eternally: go take a mother-fucking dirt-nap

"I got the toast and I'm firin'" - Dom Pachino

[Outro: Bomshot]

Yeah, now that's what the fuck's up

All you mother-fuckers talking that shit get bust right in your fucking lip

Fucking DJ Drama on the beat, Singapore Kane

The Devil'z Rejects: Bomshot and Jus Allah

Payback's a bitch, you mother-fuckers. Fuck you