[Intro: enpii]
Give me that cash, give me that money
Back from the dead and I'm still stackin' bodies
Give me that bag, give me that funding
Got no chill, taste that thrill 'cause I'm going for the kill, yeah

[Chorus: Rustage & enpii]
Yeah, hit 'em with the links when I'm breaking these chains
Put 'em at the brink, what a fatal mistake
Pull up, man gon' pull up 'cause I'm
Going for the kill, yeah
Iron out the kinks, and I'm taking their names
Moving outta sync, they ain't playing our games
Got no chill, taste that thrill 'cause I'm
Going for the kill, yeah (ay, yuh)

[Verse 1: Rustage]
I'm not a movement, I'm merely a man
Mеssing with mutant, that fear what I am
Mind the intrusion, I'm clearing a path
'Causе the gun will go off without hearing a bang
You need a serious plan
They got nothing to say, with a spear in my hand
I gon' cut to the chase when I'm piercing the damn
Let the flood wash away all the blood and decay that I smeared on my land
Bad wolf and they lost sheep
Watching how I drop three, I can't be controlled like a hotkey
Man's so strong, but he not me
Red from his neck, and then next to his chest if he cross me
Lay him to a field with the poppies
I ain't gonna deal with a proxies
Stifle how you feel, can't ignore what the job be
Watching what I wield drawing more like it pot greed, prick getting stored like a codpiece
Fluid and nimble
Chop sticks up like a funeral symbol
Moan with the mode, so that's two in the middle
And I'm steady with my hand like I move with a Gimbal
Mans so stupid simple
I gon' check off the cheque, and I do it official
When you gamble with death, you're just choosing the pistols
Six to your head, and your view is abysmal
'Cause I be born without luck, but I'm lucky I'm born
Man acting tough, but I cut to the core
Pay for the silence, but money can't talk
When you're blessed with a curse it's a double-edged sword
I leave a sorcerer's blood on the floor
Down with the flow, but I trusted the source
Silently judged like a mother in law
My appetites gone, but I'm hungry for more
[Chorus: Rustage & enpii]
Yeah, hit 'em with the links when I'm breaking these chains
Put 'em at the brink, what a fatal mistake
Pull up, man gon' pull up 'cause I'm
Going for the kill, yeah
Iron out the kinks, and I'm taking their names
Moving outta sync, they ain't playing our games
Got no chill, taste that thrill 'cause I'm
Going for the kill, yeah (ay, yuh)

[Verse 2: Rustage]
Talk about masters and strings, they affecting your nerves like a marionette
People are bargaining chips, every second on Earth is a gamble with death
Call it a cardinal sin, but a method that works can't be bad for success
Now that the class is dismissed, I'll be tearing the words from my family crest
Look at how the plan on folding, man is rolling
Pulling out a weapon like a bag of holding
Everytime they pop-pop, I be wreck a molting
That's another job done, I'm so damn revolting
Lack control and I do it again
And again and again and again
Rapping gold, look, man, I'm a ten
Outta ten outta ten outta ten
When he blue red, make a dude so purple
Every box green like I'm smooth with wordles
They gon' square up, but I move in circles
Hurtful, put that on my new commercial
Outside blow, but the wound internal
Cut him to bits full of bitterness
I'm gon' Shredder my foes like a Mutant Turtle
I put a limit on limitless
[Pre-Chorus: enpii]
Give me that cash, give me that money
Back from the dead and I'm still stackin' bodies
Give me that bag, give me that funding
Got no chill, taste that thrill 'cause I'm going for the kill, yeah

[Chorus: Rustage & enpii]
Yeah, hit 'em with the links when I'm breaking these chains
Put 'em at the brink, what a fatal mistake
Pull up, man gon' pull up 'cause I'm
Going for the kill, yeah
Iron out the kinks, and I'm taking their names
Moving outta sync, they ain't playing our games
Got no chill, taste that thrill 'cause I'm
Going for the kill, yeah (ay, yuh)
Yeah, hit 'em with the links when I'm breaking these chains
Put 'em at the brink, what a fatal mistake
Pull up, man gon' pull up 'cause I'm
Going for the kill, yeah
Yeah, iron out the kinks, and I'm taking their names
Moving outta sync, they ain't playing our games
Got no chill, taste that thrill 'cause I'm
Going for the kill, yeah