[Intro: XELISHURT]
You're Brandon
But since we're friends
I get to call you XELISHURT
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: XELISHURT]
It go 50 in the drum, when I raise the barrel up
I got two for his head, and his chest to pair 'em up
Why you talking all your shit? Man, I think I heard enough
Now you know it's wartime, wartime, wartime
Bodies on the floor time, floor time, floor time
Man, I've had it with this place, I'm paying bands for a bank
N***as tryna fuckin' rob me, like a motherfuckin' lame
Now it's, fuck you, fuck your mom, and your sister
Yeah, marching down your block, when my n***as like 'em—(Huh-ha-ha!)

[Break: XELISHURT]
Now, I bet you all thought I was gonna say Hitler right there...
But I fucking didn't, 'cause that's kinda outta pocket, yeah, right?
But, it's still winding up, so it's time for fucking battle...
Get the fuckin' guns up, blades out, grenades out...
I wanna see it all, it's time to go, to fucking war!

[Verse 2: XELISHURT]
There's a battle on the earth like every fucking day
If I don't like you, tell you get the fuck up out my way (Yeah)
Wartime, wartime in this bitch, I need (Wartime, uh)
More time, more time, in this bitch, yet
Wartime, wartime in this bitch for the
Fourth time, fourth time, little bitch
Yeah, you see me slidin' up, I got two pistols in my hands (Yeah)
Bang, bang, bang, and I see them hit a dance
Yeah, these bullets hit you in your fuckin' back, they like just band stackin'
Bands in the trance, I'ma go to France, and I'm (Yeah)
Pain' in the block, runnin' down my hands (Yeah)
Knock 'em off the fuckin' horse 'til my land's up