[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 f** 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 mother-f**ing luck works Dumb f**s like yourself just stuff earth To me, God takes time: there's a waiting line I could break your f**ing faith like hate-crimes You're so mere, I wish you'd disappear The liquefier 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 [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 d**h 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 a Indian Save all the talk, cause when guns bark n***as get burnt alive like Joan of Arc You can't stop a soldier who's a known bipolar Epileptic, dyslexic gun holder You'll be dead for days till 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 b**h in you than Maxim magazine I pa** Glocks to Bomshot And me, him and Jus Allah plot to spill blood like Pol Pot [Verse 3: Bomshot] The master builders: we building all five pillars Raise your sword in the name of the Lord. We snake k**ers My rhymes are many signs for mankind to marvel When I die, I'm in the sky in mansions made of marble So I'mma 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-f**ing dirt-nap [Outro: Bomshot] Yeah, now that's what the f**'s up All you mother-f**ers talking that sh** get bust right in your f**ing lip f**ing DJ Drama on the beat, Singapore Kane The Devil'z Rejects: Bomshot and Jus Allah Payback's a b**h, you mother-f**ers. f** you