Death Knight
[Intro]
Yeah!
...
So muthafuckas be like
El Bandito he ain't reppin' the cities no more...
It's our time to shine, you know like
Stand up if you're down with the hipster team!
Who the fuck said I was going anywhere you faggot muthafuckas!
I swear on any higher powers that I will literally
Annihilate your copied styles!
Yeah!
Yo!
[Verse 1]
Hellion Cruel and Oskar Mike, best to have your bars recite
Yet a deadly submission of onslaught, we traumatize
He provides the beats, I provide the lyrics organized
Spit shit sharp and leave the audience lobotomised
Consume alcohol, turn on the autopilot
To modify my verbal decibel while you apologize
Stay talking 'bout the car you drive
While I rhyme like crazed drug addicts commence a homicide
First, we keep an eye on you, second, bug the ride you use
Find out where you live, breaking in and put a knife in you
Cus most of y'all professional liars in the booth
We cripple your fucking existence, paralyzing you
Hellion Cruel, alter ego of Bandito's Primal
Demolish You, with an impeccable reprisal
You not of great importance, so you not vital
More like a overshadowed bitch that never went viral
Put ya suicidal thoughts looped in a neverending cycle
Reciting the moment with ya whiskey glass and your bible
Razor blades that draw the lines, the final...
Moment awareness fades, with nobody to dial...
Call me a mean-mugging S.O.B., none of Y'all can keep up
When ya cyphers full of vegan pussies tryna tree hug
With a flashlight, Y'all gather round telling ghost stories
Flows surely with no worries in bohemian coke orgies
You fucking faggot, you like to sleep with guys
And beat ya wife, so keep in mind, you always gonna flee and hide
Rewind ya slumber party, need I remind?
You high fived the guy that bust a nut in ya eye (Homo!)
You a pussy, the music you create is artless
And then you sucked the dicks of every local rap artist
I will officially, turn you to a target
Departed to the gates of hell along with a harpist
[Hook]
We've come for you...
To kill you off, to kill you off
We've come for you...
To kill you off, to kill you off Dead!
So pay your dues...
You know what's up, and we 'bout to bust
It's all on you...
You know what's up, and we 'bout to bust heads!
[Verse 2]
You don't want me to shine so Imma leave ya wig peeled
Infront of ya audience, live performance a thrill
The legitimate definition of ill, it's that real
Ya sub-standard rhymes crawls back into the quill
Diggin' it deep, like drilling for oil offshore
Hardcore compositions leaving ya bars torn
Scattered across, all ya data's been lost
Like being paralyzed from ya legs, and up above
Suckas get punched, snuffed like a car collision
Leave you fucked up, beyond all recognition
I'm a Hellion, Cruelty's my middle name
Finger trigger split brains, shiver in pain
Witness the bright light, the ambulance arrived
It's straight to the body bag, revival was denied
I don't hospitalize, bitch, I hostile-a-lize
On gritty instrumentals supplied by Oskar Mike
[Hook]
We've come for you...
To kill you off, to kill you off
We've come for you...
To kill you off, to kill you off Dead!
So pay your dues...
You know what's up, and we 'bout to bust
It's all on you...
You know what's up, and we 'bout to bust heads!