[Produced by: Crimewave]

[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams]
Glock in the spot of my back and on my ankle
Destination other side and bitch I'm about to take them
Violators violate
My hatred straight erase them
Turn any law officer into bacon
Making bitches drop the neck and afterward I break them
Rap game hard
Pimping easy money making
Handzum domestic terrorist association
Handzum militia with plans of global domination
What the fuck bitch
What the fuck next
I'm a dust you
You a dust head
I'm a bust you
Before you bust back
You're suspect
I'm a suspect

[Verse 2: GRIM B]
Grim B Handzum Boys yo we on a mission
Gutting haters in the kitchen with some quick incisions
I'm having mystic visions from inside the prison
We'll have you brainwashed were living in your television
Undead serial killer with a vile hatred
I never quit working cause I know we bound to make it
Magazine covers gold teeth in our faces
Creeping out the shadows and we creeping on the pages
Centerfold sexy seriously swerving
Zagging down the center line
We sin here to serve it
Why you Ford Bronco glove whats the verdict
We ain't perfect but you know we here to work it
Runway lurking living like a hermit
Yeah we some weird fucks bitch you so observant
If you think anyone is perfect thats a burden
I'm not perfect but at least I'm not a servant
Internet worship sitting on the serpent
Bitches brains bubbling boiled with detergent
Tide Pods, False Gods you idiots deserve it
Grim B and Rozzy give them bumpers a diversion