[ Featuring LORD DISTORTION ]
Brand his ass bitch cattle
Drag him down, no shallow big strap hit back
F*cking slumped back, rattled
Bust that shit till his lungs catch shrapnel
All you f*cks cap big but we cut that camo
Boy, I'm boutta make his
Bloody guts ache fast
No stomach in your crew
Wanna come break bread
Cyborg in this bitch gotta come pay when
But your funds late
Now all you f*cks ate last
Show me the causes and show me your purpose
Tip toe, bitch got that big pole, bitch
Leave your self esteem where
The f*cking sinkhole is out of my circuit's
Red rum, red rum
Platinum in the grip tho, brown fro
Little did he know so, analytical
Little did he know he got
The city full of grounded
Everytime he takes a breath his
Body get's so sounded now I've got issues
My brain start's resetting
I'm sacrificed tissue
I'm nothing but branding
My eyes they roll back
As the brew enter gullet
I cut off to shorten, I'm just like a mullet
Red rum, red rum peirce my polished skin
Make me just regret bow to me, repent