[Hook: Mr. Tex]
Jump on the beat
Blood and the guts
Got my shit
Step on up
Up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Up and- jump on the
Jump on the beat
Blood and the guts
Got my shit
Step on up
Up and down
Down to the ground
Chasin' with a fuckin’ round
Jump on the beat
Blood and the guts
Got my shit
Step on up
Up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Up and- jump on the
Jump on the beat
Blood and the guts
Got my shit
Step on up
Up and down
Down to the ground
Chasin' with a fuckin' round
[Verse 1: Crucified]
Get all my shit out my mind
One of a kind, tell em I supple the bline
Give me some wine
Then I’ma get some, the murder, my sensible, triple the blind
Get em a time
Hurry up, cause I'm bouta take it, the president leavin' a vine
Gonna get high
Then I'm all trippy, this murder, my juice in the venomous sky
Over my cause
Gettin' my look like a parable, gonna be getting em all
Takin' the fall
So think of the murder, the couple, the bridges I did in the vault
Look at the soul
So chop all the bitches who feelin' me, gonna get shot
Murderers, nobody move
Damn, I'm getting a call
Getting my money, get slipped when I murder, get syllable money, get dead in my car
Get us some money cause somebody givin’ a period, swallow them, get in and draw
Cock my shit then I take your life
With a big surprise but I mighta jumped forth
[?Flossin’ an all bus?], cars pull a fraud
Box em and toss em, the bodies abroad
Flossin' and lost, chopper choppin’ it all
Fuck a bitch talkin' shit, get em off on my balls
Monster in charge
Step with your heat
Spit any words, be there for the beat
Sign in my eyes, take a shred, you asleep
Like the dead of the night with no lights, I'll be creep
Watch yourself fall, don't step, try to leap
That’s how you get called up by the team
Call up on me, with the bong I will cheat
When I woke em down south, bring along with a dream
[Hook: Mr. Tex]
Jump on the beat
Blood and the guts
Got my shit
Step on up
Up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Up and- jump on the
Jump on the beat
Blood and the guts
Got my shit
Step on up
Up and down
Down to the ground
Chasin' with a fuckin' round
Jump on the beat
Blood and the guts
Got my shit
Step on up
Up and down
Up and down
Up and down
Up and- jump on the
Jump on the beat
Blood and the guts
Got my shit
Step on up
Up and down
Down to the ground
Chasin' with a fuckin' round
[Verse 2: Mr.Tex]
Curse, put your bad luck on my back, in prison in my own fuckin' mind
I'm one of a kind, bustin' these rhymes, just so i can shine, angels in the nighttime
Who could it be?, i don't really know, could it be after me?
All my thug ass family, the ones who creep in the street
All my n***a's fuck with it, squeeze, on the corner's slanging in drugs
Fishing his weight like a big mac truck, why i buy a load
Get the hell up out of my way, before my n***a call assassinators get you
Knock-knock your position homie, i be twistin' and turning, smokin' this bud
It's understood, play of the year, making these million dollar moves, on the block
This right here i can't be stopped, too many haters after me, could it be the devil or my enemies?
And i do em' good, and i do em' bad, i don't really know where i'll be at
Could it be heaven?, or could it be hell?, don't understand my path i'm at
Rest tat-tat, on the tail po-po, it's a missin' chance, wreckin' these flows
Breakin' these, my time, fuckin' these hoes, lungs full of smoke, keep it like a trap
Jumpin' over brother's so i can get away, if you want, come play that's all day
Diamonds on my tooth, yeah i'm calling in the damn north pole, so what you gotta say huh?
[Verse 3: Strife Abaddon]
In my ride, pull up over by grave, crucified and ?lamber easy?, boutta make a stain
Never crush the haters, makin' moves in this game
Throw a double in my station, know i'm off the plane
Mistaken the strife for the maid, is you joke?, we can choke in front of that little fat bitch you won't get
The sinner's gon' murk you through bitches you flirt too
It's on when you step in my ritual, sir, they think that we're the gang you pre-mistaken
Hit the ground, the beamer shot the crucifixion on their greasy devil shit
You wouldn't got the ?spec, i'm funky?, curse a microphone my chosen weapon, burn the nickel, former's flow
Jerking with this homie's, perfect, now i'ma creep a solo (poof)
Their hangin' out the window, fear a kinda flow with it
You running off it?, he threw a crime past beacon
See you through the limbs, bro you feed it to the fool, begin
King destroy your brain, terror, the people you speak up on but i forward you, don't hit me through, you better learn me
Until his mothers decide to write my records from the people who care, my action flow's walkin' in ?coat?
This is how you should react though, did you like?, wasn't on my to-do list, bitch
I'm on a dillo with the people, n***a, sign the paper in my thought's so you resist it's cool this bitch
Look at me now, the leader, know when you'll need morbid heaters
I cope with shit, who try to step up before the info begin
I hit the gas, fuck a chase forward, never speakin'
Put the mic to your head bro you speakin' second
If you didn't know holt, tell them where's you at
And my homie's hit the homie down to hit the ground
So who can ?9-0? fillers slap him in the, tell me what is next
Missin' message rip him so his mothers on the desk slippin
[Verse 4: Codyne]
Hop in the whip, chop the bloody knife, bodybag zipped
Bleeding from the windpipe, automatic clip hit him in the hip, in the chest, straight through the vest in the middle of the night
Went to the crib yeah gotta reload, before midnight hits, i'm gonna kill one mo'
Just need my favorite weapons and a bottle of jack and that fuckin' bitch took my heart
There ain't no going back, intoxicated and raging, i murder people who hating
We steady trippin' slow, he slippin' while i'm drowning and fading
Modern psychedelic, with the, take the living hellish and the deaths i felt are relish
Makin' motherfuckers jealous, take a trip into the wicked site
Devilish intensify, leavin' motherfuckers in the cup while my spirit rise
Flyin' by yeah, there goes my soul that must be why codyne so cold
Sit back, still strapped, automatic weapon with the black finna gat
If a motherfucker diss me i'm gonna leave him 6 feet
Stoner wait that's who the kings of the twist be
So gone and i ain't coming back, to the chrome on my face and i'm in a bloodbath
Tell my critic's that they don't like that, they can press fast-forward till they hear the next track
Cock my shit, step on up, war machine i show no love
With no hesitation buck you down a fucking pavement
Ride a strap and never make it, making sure i don't get taken
I refuse with me to go by friend or foe, got machetes you ain't ready for the codyne show
From the start of it i hollow's motherfucker hoping everybody suffers then i left about a year ago
