[Verse 1: KRISISDEAD]
Murder, murder
Soup ain't amateur
I f** on your b**h
She said it hurt her
I don't give a f** about her word or anything else you gotta say
Ratta-tat-tat imma let the gat spray
Maniac Soup, the God of decay
f** you
f** a double deal
I'll march with the Achilles heel to split your a** in half with a steering wheel
How does it feel you dumba** f**ing double crosser?
Imma make your b**h kneel
b**h, heel
b**h, you on the other end of the deal
Oh sh**, this just got real
f** a hoe, end up at the bottom of the lake
Slap your f**ing face with a motherf**ing rake
Don't f** with me
That's if you wanna wake up one more day
It's Chain Mail II, b**h
[Verse 2: Oxycaution]
Murder, murder
I'm a junkie heartless ba*tard
b**h can't touch me
Beat his face in 'til I'm bloody
Chain Mail II so I'm really unlucky
Imma k** this motherf**er
Skull's all bloody
Broken pulp
Sanity's decaying
Fighting spirit
I can't help but f**ing hope
Eaten by the [?]
My soul's all black and shadow
Watch it f**ing grow
Cop pulled me over
Showed my face and he pulled out his 30
f**er made me angry
Now my claws are getting dirty
Imma put my thumbnails in his eyes
Ace is dead, Yung Crow will rise
Oxy makes the virgins cry
Third eye sharp, can't see through lies
Satan's kids committing crimes
Non believers, time to die
Chain Mail II
[Verse 3: Advancers]
Murder, murder
417 on my name
Summoning these demons
Might just [?] myself for fame
Hearing all these voices
Put a bullet through my brain
I never gave a f**
Let my body engulf in flames
Going to ascend to the deepest circle
Come to accept that my soul's infernal
I'm at a crossroads no reversal
Show up to my ashes, none of that verbal
Open that mail [?] side of the center
Pop another xanny, I refuse to remember
[?] 99, don't make me lose my temper
Take my own life 'cause I don't surrender
[Verse 4: BORDERLINE]
Murder, murder
Druggie junkie
I'll send your body ducking
If not, I pull up with blades and get to body dumping
You see I'm f**ing psychotic, out on a k**ing spree
B-Line turn into a prophet, you begging on your knees
"B-Line! B-Line! I'm too young, it's not my time!
Just have mercy on my soul! Please, I do not wanna die!"
Shut the f** up, little b**h
Don't you waste your f**ing breath
B-Line died and Krow has risen here to give the gift of d**h
Homicide on my mind
Sending shivers through my spine
Lord of d**h was once divine
Has taken life but won't take mine
Eliminating parasites
Send 'em straight to paradise
Body dumping at midnight
A feast for maggots, rats, and mice
[Verse 5: Izaguirre]
Don't give a f** about none of you b**hes
I ride with my gang with some chariots
All my life I've encountered some fakes and y'all see through just like an aquarium
Don't even get near me
I don't wanna touch you
You making me sick like bacteria
Created a life of depression and pain
Only thing in my brain is hysteria
The reason why you talk to me is 'cause you know I'm 'bout to blow
Knowing that I'm coming from nothing
Just know I'll be VIP
"Yeah, right"
b**h, you probably got a f**ing STD
Demons of the f**ing night
We run up like some f**ing knights
Bleachboys be the movement that will rise above the f**ing lights
Say I'm acting foolish
Just know it's because I'm Jewish and you say our music trash
Just know your music sewage, aye