[Verse 1: Bukshot]
You mighta missed it
Keep your eyes open, pay attention to the misfit
Watch your back when painted faces show up necks get twisted
(I promise) my wordplay is so clever, pun intended
(The drama) is coming as these Weirdos are enlisted
I see the fear in them when nearing them
They're cries are helpless and their exit plans are very slim
They don't wanna know or see what's in this duffel bag I'm carrying
Got tools that'll put 'em out the game like a shovel watch me bury 'em
Come with me to the Dark Side, Jedi tricks like Anakin
Wave my hand like this and make 'em all still like mannequins
See they faces, everybody nervous and they panicking
Acting like they wanting beef well come and have it then
Low on luck, ain't no love
Don't give a fuck, show me blood
Straight to the trunk, fill 'em with slugs
Hit 'em like a truck, leave 'em in the mud
I'll put yo eyes out like that demon that's on Jeepers Creepers
Fuck yo clique, I'll leave 'em bleeding starting with yo leader

[Chorus: Boondox]
No time off, rest for the wicked
No sick days when you spit sick shit
No slacking when you rip a hater back out
Darken up the sun it's a motherfucking blackout
Leave the kids at home, this is what happen when a mind go wrong
Better grab the phone and call 9-1-1 it's a murder song
[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Ain't no use in staying calm
Tempers flare like raining bombs
Venting as I made this song
Do 'em bad like Vietnam
Prepare to paint 'em up and blast 'em like some cannonballs
They thinking it's all a game till I start waving straps at y'all
These artists claim they run the underground, they got no stripes
I've never seen 'em pay their dues or make a stand and fight
They must be blinded by the dark, they can't see the light
The Weirdos champ is here and I'll be taking names tonight
I'm legend, you're not one like Tech said I come with a shotgun
Man up, better come with a hot one
You don't, better wish that you brought one
Tear yo frame apart you'd swear you just fought Wolverine
Don't cross that line with me I'll rage on 'em like a machine
Like Snow Tha Product got 'em
Woke, better not be sleeping on it
This ain't a joke, we'll turn yo people into walking targets
Put yo flagship artist head up in a fucking vice
Know by now trying to piss a Weirdo off brings nothing nice

[Chorus: Boondox]
No time off, rest for the wicked
No sick days when you spit sick shit
No slacking when you rip a hater back out
Darken up the sun it's a motherfucking blackout
Leave the kids at home, this is what happen when a mind go wrong
Better grab the phone and call 9-1-1 it's a murder song
[Verse 3: Bukshot]
I know what they thinking about me
I know they're not feeling me, killing 'em softly
Feel all the hate all around me, hate all they want but they better back off me
Run with the mob, we're surrounding
Heard what you spit and your music is sloppy
Give it up now and just crown me
Any mistake that you make will be costly
Hungry cannibal
Savage, I'm an alpha dog
Robotic animal like ravage busting shots at y'all
I'm maniacal, let 'em have it, it's my protocol
Diabolical when I panic heads are rolling off
I'm a monster, I'm prepared to haunt ya
Show up at your concert, human grenade-launcher
Welcome to my record label, put 'em on my torture table
Hook up the chains and cables, the sequence has been enabled
Better watch your tongue around me, don't you say the wrong words
Better watch the tune you whistle, beware of the song bird
I bring that pain to the doorstep, M-O-B warmonger
I'm chucking that heavy metal at 'em, call me Converse