[Hook] {x4}
Can I get a OOOOH and a AAAAH
"Kids from the terror"
OOOOH AAAAH
[Verse One]
Explosion, brain, mayhem, terror
Say what, doubt yo, beef kid? Whatever
Jawbones mean nothing to me I break black
I count foes on hands and toes now go stay back
Pythons hooked up to arms keep me calm
Cause I can go way way back to drop the bombs
Screaming
(Oooh and aaah)
Hollering
(Oooh and aaah)
Kids place your bets, throwing bones on the block
I see your .45 yo and I'mma raise you a Glock
Keep them Glock, zu ops, tecs and nine out the rhymes
Punks throw dick beaters like this motherf**er [?] time
[?] on the Punks cause we're all about hardcore
Never knocking or ringing so we'll bum rush ya door
Hmm, you're getting mad you'll need more than a miracle
[?] sound less than physical
Peep hysteria, I bet you feel inferior
But you bring on this noise and who do you got standing up?
Sounds of blackness [?]
I'm going all out so make way for your d**h
[Hook]
[Verse Two]
Feet don't fail me now
I'mma pray for your stomping, the kids for the terror
f** up shop, the heat is up, fall off? Never
Got a (Philly) for the (blunt)
Tot a (forty) like a (gun)
You're not big enough to [?] so (you better run)
Checking and stomping [?]
Half the reason why the n***as [?] and died
You try to be roughneck, that's what it must be
Yo Trey, [?] don't touch me
Okaaaaay
Alriiiiiiight
Okaaaaay
Alriiiiiiight
Here it comes the mother f'in wrecking, body breaking Punk
After the kids split, the fragments [?] n***a
Who can pack [?]
[?] I got the joints I break off with my crew
I flips the script when I starts to strip
Gotta catch my drift so ah
Lace the hit
To rip I be ripping up crews and you will bruise
And you will see me on the news, sipping on brews
[?]
Rrrrrrr
Barbarians, word is bond
[Hook]