[Chorus]
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war-crimes
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war-crimes
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war-crimes
Take my plot to the grave, bitch, I think it's war time
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war crimes
Take my plot to the grave, bitch, I think it's war time

[Verse 1]
Fuckin' with the eater mane, you bout' to float away
Step out the mothafuckin' haze and let the demons take the race
I blow it up SEMTEX C4 all on the walls
So just sit there ready steady waiting for the fucking call
Imma get them all, leave the prison inside
Get this shit and end this with the hollow tips
Are rippin' 'til the bitches get my dividends
Break down the walls with the blood on the floor
And the bodies are holin' the sauce it be callin' now
I murder them all like i'll never be fallen the dozen that move will continue them on
Jumping out the motherfucking row
With an axe
In the back
Of the track
Cause the motherfucker lacks
Better pay your tax or then we'll be back
Put the blade in your back watch your head get cracked
Step back
Stop and think about who the fuck you are attacking
You nag us up the check and bitch lets get straight to the crackin
No crack-ins, you've woken up the motherfuckin' kraken
Never gonna beat this with the heat just like a motherfuckin' dragon
Put another brother motherfucker sit together center
Put a fucker in the corner if he mutter
Aye, you say
Rest in piece
Death the same
Its a game
I dont give a single fuck about your homie mane
Get them out my face before you
Join them down the prison of the grave
[Chorus]
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war-crimes
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war-crimes
Take my plot to the grave, bitch, I think it's war time
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war crimes
Take my plot to the grave, bitch, I think it's war time

[Verse 2]
Fuck you, pussy boy, and fuck yo' shitty little clique
I got no time to play around and this rifle is bout to kick you better duck
What the fuck?
Bitch, you 'bout to get your face struck
Putting up the homies and about to take your place, son
Say some
I feel like im [?] in those days
Kitchen knife to end your life i'll never be the same again
Watch yo back, cause i stack, to the max
Got yo bat, in the back, of the black backpack
Never lack, but he bought a death of blood can you see the Cadillac
Im pullin' up about to fuck your shit and leave you on your back
Bitch i'm a savage i'm doing the damage you never could manage the evil
I banish
I have the advantage im laid off the covers
I plan to exterminate you and your men
And your mothers wil bury your bodies and tell us
"The fuck do you mean i am bitch you aren't better"
As i am rapping you are a dispose
Of the matter
Kill the pussy motherfuckers with the baton