[Sway Interview]
Sway: Did you just hear Funk Volume? They just said they'll battle anybody, any label for half a million
Mike Trampe: We gon' bring Horseshoe Gang and Crook up there man, let's see what's up
Jarren Benton: Horseshoe's dope, Horseshoe's hella dope
Hopsin: Anybody in any human existence can stand in front of us and we will demolish them

You done fucked up, y'all know that
God damn, I'm glad y'all set it off

[Intro: Demetrius]
What?
Y'all can't fuck with C.O.B
Y'all can't fuck with Slaughterhouse
You can't fuck with the Horseshoe Gang, n***a
Y'all wanna battle for half a mil?
We starving, we'll battle you for half a meal

[Hook: Demetrius & (Kenny)]
God damn, God damn I'm glad y'all set it off
Funk Volume is better off dead and gone
I'ma laugh when your head is off
Funk Volume is hella soft, hella soft
(Wait, n***a just wait, n***a just wait)
You wanna battle for half a mill?
(Wait, n***a just wait, my n***as ain't ate)
We'll battle you for half a meal
God damn, God damn I'm glad y'all set it off
Funk Volume is better off dead and gone
I'ma laugh when your head is off
Funk Volume is hella soft, hella soft
(Wait, n***a just wait, n***a just wait)
You wanna battle for half a mill?
(Wait, n***a just wait, my n***as ain't ate)
We'll battle you for half a meal

[Verse 1: Kenny, Dice, Julies & Demetrius]
It's all on site soon as they put this song on sites
Put your tombstones on sites
N***a, hold on tight to your life
'Cause you don't want dice to hit you, get stole on twice
Get stole on thrice, this a lyrical soul on ice
Slice you with a Eldridge cleaver, there's no more nice guy
Call this Christian rock cause we gon' stone Christ
Wait a minute, who the fuck got a n***a like me started
We make the streets dark, we retarded
And we starving and these artists are
Starting to look like a fucking feast, fuck a peace offering
Unless I offer you the piece, I caught him in his sleep
See y'all in some deep shit like sodomy
Y'all don't wanna see this side of me
We turnt up but y'all volume is weak
We can battle off the top of the head
Or I can just start chopping your head
As your freestyle leaks out coming out the top of your head
I'ma dig off in your pocket for bread
It's no defense for the sick sinister pillager from here to any peninsula
I'ma finna penciling your doom, enter the room like n***as shouldn't have mentioned us
Then I'ma switch it up, it's Mr. Killer calligrapher
[Verse 2: Kenny]
N***a what? They know that we don't give a fuck
In a second we'll make the second coming of "Hit 'Em Up"
Then light 'em up like a room when the switch is up
Listen up, where my Swisher at? I feel better once I lit it up
Is these n***as joking? Maybe I should be smoking what these n***as smoking
I breathe in the moment then make sure you n***as can't breathe in a moment
You won't be able to stop it n***a, I promise you will die
You may want to watch it like your job is to supervise
Tryna spar with my silly ass similes and syllables are certainly similar to suicide
We the n***as you should put in your top ten
If you want to battle instead, let's get it poppin'
We'll kill anybody that hip-hop sends
We'll murder anybody, it don't matter who hops in

[Verse 3: Dice]
I'm the Rakim and Biggie type
Not impressed with the type of shit Dizzy write
I'm the type to be all up in a n***a's grandma's basement
I'ma finna fuck Jarren Benton's wife
Hold up, you couldn't fuck with a picture of me
Your girl fucks with a picture of me in her head
While you in the bed listening to me
You a dead n***a the minute you mentioning me
Crazy n***a, baby Hitler
Skills feel like a Mercedes hit you
You been smashing them black Eminem's rappers but we the real shady n***as
Fuck soft rappers, I said it already
Reminds me of the shit I said about Fetty
Your home is where I'm finna be headed n***a
I'm finna behead a n***a, I got a machete in my Chevy
[Verse 4: Julius]
My murder melodies steadily, leaving each and every one of you pathetic competitors redder than spaghetti
This long beach, I'm a cold beast
You motherfuckers end up in the belly of a Yeti
This ain't no Drake or no Meek type of shit
This is some "Takover", "Ether" type shit
Now make no mistake, we been patiently waiting to beef with a clique
Now these gay n***as making these statements on Sway, yeah he gave them the bait
This ain't beef, this is fish let the eating commence
I rep three letters, C.O.B. shit
N***a these letters mean cease and desist

[Hook: Demetrius & (Kenny)]
God damn, God damn I'm glad y'all set it off
Funk Volume is better off dead and gone
I'ma laugh when your head is off
Funk Volume is hella soft, hella soft
(Wait, n***a just wait, n***a just wait)
You wanna battle for half a mill?
(Wait, n***a just wait, my n***as ain't ate)
We'll battle you for half a meal

[Outro: Demetrius]
Couldn't fuck with some n***as like us if you wanted to
What you wanna do? N***a any one of you
N***as you could get it, just admit it, you should come anew
What you wanna do? N***as any one of you n***as

[Sway]
You motherfucking wack ass rappers (Talk your shit Sway)
I hate you, I hate you for thinking you could rap
You're polluting the game (Dirty drawers)
Fix your mouth (Rotten mouth)
Fix your lyrics by getting rid of them (Hahaha)
Wack rappers, your time is coming to an end (Yeah)
Horseshoe Gang, Horseshoe Gang, Horseshoe Gang
Hyenas!