[Verse 1: Warlord Colossus]
Sick in the motherfuckin'
Sick in the muh fucking head
9mm just tripled my threat
I got two bats on my flash
Just wanna peel off my skin and my dread
Looking like romeo red, sip that poison
Now romeo dead
Talking bout rumors but f*** what he said
I'm gonna bully gon sully his neck
Trust with that word but i think its a stretch
How you talk when i beat on your chest

I am so mighty these voices just come to my aid
When they come from inside of my mind
I'm so so sick in my head but i'll cry when i'm dead
When i'm rich and my family fed

I could see you jealous gonna hit em with the tape
I'm just getting stronger with my army i'm a tank
Warlord gonna come and set it with the pace
How you gonna hit it when the body got the plate

[Verse 2: Istasha]
Tell them veins
They got ailments
How you pave straight into my aim
God I’m drained
Tow my thoughts
Right of the white cloth
Soak, stained, Draw blood

Cartilage
Alike mud
When I break off
Sever it straight to the sun like it’s tycho
Catcha Itching for a stitch to pit the viscera
With issues that you cache to keep then guessing while you stressing out

[Chorus: Istasha]
Block my files
Run em down don’t need a backup
Corrupt that aisle
No one pass
They weed out, Lost
Ideals survive

Block my files
Run em down don’t need a backup
Corrupt that aisle
No one pass
They weed out, Lost
Ideals survive