Korbin Pheenix - Anarchrist ft. She-Woof lyrics

Intro Verse 1 You ain't crazy Blades swing below the belt, now is you nuts? Me and my n***as rush in yo b**h an make it a crew cut.. You'll break records for the longest planks in a pool Shoes in ya a** till ya grill rock leather and lace Gotchya red in the face An embarra**ment to all humans Ya mom an pop screwin was wrong doin; yall proof.. That two 'flicted(deflicted) people make a cute kid ain't true spit Ya chicks ugly wit weak head? so YALL blew it! Shots threw in ya buick, look alive! Im dead eye with the aim Flame, metal storm tore ya head up when the iron shootin I glisten from ALL positions Im a razorblack diamond state strangler Bangin macs! Computer hate! Yo dame.. can blow a n***a sox off for rock soft A n***a get slammed on his back, crack! No bakin soda involved! Put ya face in the raw coke n smell Eyes buggin needin some tall locs! You kno its drop Once kids.. put they fingers on speakers Then rub the sh** all on they top gums Droppin they pop guns Lookin for pops gun now the parents look for car keys By then they whippin ferraris.. like they got connexxions Gone in seconds flat millions scream the target made me do it SUCCESS! where the hoes n dos equis at? They say we de-mons Spray a k heater eatchya facemeat If haters creep on kp scheme-iiiin! (HOOK X2) Get high if you wonna! Miller lites if you wonna! Get in them thighs.. Sniff ICE if you wonna! Shoot a b**h n***a in his eyes if you wonna! Anarchrist! anarchrist! anarchrist! (Anarchrist! Chant for 4 Bars) VERSE 2 I drill a lil chick wit twig legs Merged wit a mermade made the b**h skeet her fish eggs If hoes dont kno about this They dont kno enough! I screw em rough; breaaaak em! I dont f** b**hes i fold em UP! Yall draaaake em Like thats whats up Bro its not Take em from they entourage, you thinkin they'll box? f** no! What? think im finna listen to n***as that get a threat An' the next thing they do is pee in they sox? f** no! She-Woof:MOTHAfu*kA! For real I feel i gotta say it twice Why yall worry bout datin' dimes Im takin lifes Say g'NIGHT! Slug in ya chain charm, bangin ARs, breakin ICE I talk wit the tone They say its NICE Its a shame this game got as weak as it has A cat responsible ima snatch and put feet in his a** Whoop him till the inside of his dome swell... Swear... pieces of sh**? Look for life eternal So a turd'll get turned on a shell! Earnin a fail... I'll burn his entrails Make a trail mix.. out of his girl tits! Pretzels and dried melons Hell, its open chest wit Gillettes an i won Breast is yummmm! Smothered up under dressin and rummmm! You testy then come! Address em wit guns Move and the pound(gun)rip Dead all the talk If you in the buildin, we surround it... Lay you under land Ya head is off.. Wit the wave of a hand A boss mobster yeti, wit prosthetic machete claw! (Hook X2, Chant 8 Bars) She-Woof:MOTHAfu*kA!