[Intro: H!R3Z]
We, are, the alf**ingmighty
[Hendrick Hernandez]
(Toast, twice, peace god, church, yes lord.)
And, this is, for all the f** boys
Cause they ain't think we'd give it to 'em
Eh, I'm not really gonna get into it though
But, what you need to do, is listen real f**ing close
Yo Dris, you ready?
[Verse 1:H! R3Z & Hendrick Hernandez]
[H.R.]
Think you f**ing with this dude?
You'll be minced food, with this Ginsu
I ain't toting no pistols, but my guns up, (dumb f**)
[H.H.]
Now, we ain't even in the talks
About "who's who," or, "what's what"
But, to find some better lyricists
You'd be hard-pressed, with this tough luck
[H.R.]
Got a deuce deuce, and a vanilla dutch
Running through crews, who think they're twice as clutch
When the mic is up, it's not quite enough
[H.H.]
It's forever gone, the night is us
Despite the fuss, I like the rush
When I re-write the lust, with a slight disgust
[H.R.]
Mt. Vesuvius, where we came from
So don't play dumb. Go AWOL on that ba** drum
A rapper better than we? (Haha) Name one
So, I could aim at son, and go Adolf when that time comes
[H.H.]
Those tattoo's on my arm, explain to everyone where I'm from (New Beige)
Show em, that I'm proud to be the enigma, of my slums
[H.R.]
Eddie Nigma, of my slums
2 popes, 5 nuns, is the minimum of needs
To exercise the demon, I've become, the mighty Sun
[H.H.]
You're doing that Allen, Iverson
You lost your sk**s, and now you're hiding, son
It's the rise of Pun, resize your guns
Lighters, Fire, Higher Uh!
(Let's, f**ing, Get it, Uh!)
[Hook: The K.I.L.L.]
Oh man
Since I started, it's a doubting spree
f** 'em all, cause they doubted me
People saying they the next up
Man, you done messed up, I think you need to fess up
Who f**ed up? (You)
You f**ed up. (You)
Cause you're too f**ed up
My n***a, 2 guns up. x2
[Verse 2: H! R3Z & Hendrick Hernandez]
(Verse 2!)
[H.H.]
The smoke from the 100, I'm holding
Is numbing, the coldest of summers
I overdosed, on sober from nothing
No one knows, we hold the discussion
[H.R.]
The momentum brings, pendulum swings
Gravity shifts, when we settling things
You belittled the riddle in the middle of deception
Simple, not to fiddle, we need no interruptions
[H.H.]
It's a Lotus eruption, notice he does it
With potency, it's a f**ing code in is blood
And his flowing's, a whole different function
Odin could get snuffed, in his home, with the poem that I'm clutching
[H.R.]
No introductions, but, "Bang, Bang." n***a
Spitters don't have bars, but rap about figures
One's with no cars, rap about triggers
I don't do it from the heart, son, it comes from my liver
[H.H.]
It's k**er season, k** all speakers
From Monday, to Monday, spend all weekend
Putting rappers on a lunch tray, and then we're feasting
Looking back at what you punks say, I bet y'all eat it
[H.R.]
Spic times 2, Puerto Ricans
[H.H.]
That sh**, that all you seeking
[H.R.]
On a rip-tide, two quarters cheifing
[H.H.]
I'm Hi Def, Ivan Rodriguez, Uh!
[Hook]