[Verse 1: JP Tha Hustler]
I'm 'bout to violate, vision all dilate
Fuck 'em on my frame, you can't handle my plate
This insanest of visions, I know you envy us
My inhibition is written, I'm killing many plus
My will addiction is winning and watching y'all bust
Competition is near, I got a killers lust
I'm camouflaging the back with a snipers touch
We animals in a pack now, we dangerous
We cannibals and we ravaging your babies blood
Fallacies are so numerous but we come in luck
G.R.E. the moniker, the stamp and the honor bro
Wicked erotica, heavy metal persona, yeah
Popping off with us so y'all better hop along
We killer piranha to all y'all dead and gone
Herе to invade your home, mission to take you on
Trust in this microphonе 'til all my life is gone

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]
Gods of war bring the wrath of a thousand plaques
Titans on the mic killing you a thousand ways
Gods of war, and we killing shit on every stage
Titans on the mic, killing you in every way
Gods of war bring the wrath of a thousand plaques
Titans on the mic killing you a thousand ways
Gods of war, and we killing shit on every stage
Titans on the mic killing you in every way
[Verse 2: Slyzwicked]
I bring that sound that's too raw and too apparent
A God of War that's taking your crown and trying to wear it
I bless the mic like a priest does a baptism
Slyzwicked on the mic, that's a cataclysm
My rhymes confident and dominant and prominent
I dare one of y'all motherfuckers try to stop it
I spit that sixteen bars of pure torture
Heating up the track with the flames and make a scorcher
I've warned ya, all my rhymes are here to taunt ya
Demons that live in my brain is what I conjure
What can I say, it's like I'm Nostradamus with the brain
I don't write a verse, bitch, I ride a quad train
Not only do I prophesies, though I strategize
Find a weak point in your game and then I magnify
I am an oracle and you just metaphorical
I make that shit that'll soon be historical

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]
Gods of war bring the wrath of a thousand plaques
Titans on the mic killing you a thousand ways
Gods of war, and we killing shit on every stage
Titans on the mic, killing you in every way
Gods of war bring the wrath of a thousand plaques
Titans on the mic killing you a thousand ways
Gods of war, and we killing shit on every stage
Titans on the mic killing you in every way
[Verse 3: Insane Poetry]
Yeah, it's the God of War, carnivore
Standing on this bloody battlefield of carnage
More bodies slimmed with the sharpest swords
Perfectly painting this picture, this is the art of gore
Cycoangelo sticking your fucking carcass
More madness from the wickedest mind
You can explore the core
Maggots when you shift through the rhyme, it's not horrorcore
Something a whole lot horrible, consult your oracle
I'm sticking your corpses slow
The wickedest forces go to war with me
Demons without a soul
Dying to slay ya, titans violent by nature
Like the Mayans that gave ya sacrifices on top of pyramids
In the midst of the battle is where my spirit lives (Uh)
Inside the dark murky depths of your root in this (Yeah)
Where we can pillage your village and even kill your kids (Yeah)
My battle axe I will leave in your chest (In your chest)
It's the God of War showing you a museum of death, yes

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]
Gods of war bring the wrath of a thousand plaques
Titans on the mic killing you a thousand ways
Gods of war, and we killing shit on every stage
Titans on the mic, killing you in every way
Gods of war bring the wrath of a thousand plaques
Titans on the mic killing you a thousand ways
Gods of war, and we killing shit on every stage
Titans on the mic killing you in every way