[Intro: Demetrius]
Ayo
I'm like the god Hapi of the Nile River
The river flow is how my style is delivered
God and flow - that's God-flow
With the river-rapid style
You made me do this - are you happy now?
Hol' up...

[Verse 1: Demetrius]
This is the bicentenary
Of my killing spree
I've been killing for twice a century
White supremacy tryin' censor me
But literally I invented Christ
Decipher my calligraphy
Smite my enemies
Thrice, the rightful trinity is me
Times three, been re-
Writing history
Since I snipеd the Kennedy's
That's psycho-еnergy
M. Bison spliced with M. Tyson-synergy
Hold on...
Unruly and I'm truly the petty God
In any language, wait, chupa la verga, pinche joto
Hold on...
You better pray to God
[?]
You better pay your tithes
When the toxin get' to spittin'
It's your body that I be fillin' full of venom
And that suit' you like Eddie Brock
Red dot on his head, 'cause I headshot him
My shoes got red bottoms, 'cause I'm using a bloody mop
With the pen I'm [?]
Sending synonyms to you
I get to sendin' with the Ruger
Putting ten in your medulla
You should repent - your religion is a damn fraud
On Jesus, I'll cross you like yo' Sham God
Where is my brain? 'Cause it's not here
I used to think that when it rained, that was God's tear
I was right, 'cause our reign is on God's tier
I'm the mythical god Tyr
[Verse 2: Julius]
Picture me looking out the window with a chopper on some Malcolm shit
Better yet, KRS' album shit
I'm just a soul that's trapped inside of a robotic frame
I go by the name of Fullmetal Alchemist
I'm coming straight from the abyss
Think my brain don't even exist
You don't want to play with me
Get away from me, I'm sick
I'ma catch a motherfucker while he' sitting on his table eating grits
Leave that whole table red like he' Jada Pinkett Smith (ugh)
Horseshoe Gang got dope-ass chemistry
Emanate dope-ass energy
Whole damn industry' so wack
They don't want to go rap for rap
'Cause they know we toe-tag, any beat
N***a, we' the motherfucking GOATs that kill their beats
Nobody's similar, not a [?] fact simile
No cap, everything I say is facts
Like a fax machine, that's a fax simile
God-flow, man I don't rehearse
It's divine intervention every time I wrote a verse
Me and my n***as from a different dimension
From multiple-rhyming-syllables-in-a-verse, that's a multiverse (right)
Fucking with me, I'ma annihilate you
We' not afraid of police either
N***a, we might be waiting
In front of motherfucking sheriffs
That's ya P90 waving
Bust shots, that's for Breonna Taylor (blaow, blaow)
[Verse 3: Kenny]
Ya'll ain't never heard of us?
There's herds of us, we murderous
Who learn to bust, we all goons
They softer than Persian Rugs, compared to us
Submerged with thugs who turnin' up, like volume
You can go alert the fuzz, because
We don't give a fuck, like a virgin does, but fuck all you
N***as scared to work with us, for certain cuz
We verse construct, so perfect suckas all doom
My words are just superb because my thoughts too murderous
Get served for lunch, cuz yall dudes all food
Versus us, you'll burn to dust [?]
Your turn is up cuz yall dudes all fooled
They say the bird is the word
Nah my word is a bird, coke, raw too
Ya'll new? burn and puff the herb because the Earths corrupt
I'm turned as fuck when I walk through

[Verse 4: Demetrius, Julius, and Kenny]
I got the beam right by the scope
The minute I give you this green light, it's your time to go
Uh, that line was coke, and everybody knows
Huh-uh, Like a smart student, I'm honor roll
My flow? The truth and it's obvious
Like you lost your car, you should be tied to bus
[?]
My crew got em watchin' us, like a jeweler. Rock with us
You be with them people who snitch, we pleadin the fifth
Your lips can keep leakin after meetin my fist
You probably wanna swing on me, but you hit like a bitch
Soooooo, that'll be a swing and a miss
We be on them bitches minds like bangs
Cuz the beast get laced, no front two
We wig out soo when we [?]

Peep it, we like the sinister six
Im still with the shits, Im a sensei, I do what the sin say
I mix G shit with the intellectual pen play for inmates in the state pen and n***as in Penn State
We lyrically gun it like Crooked had done it
Cuz n***as is wanted in six states, for murderin' mix tapes
I don't think these men straight
Girly to their men's traits
The day Caitlyn Jenner begin to demonstrate, she menstrates