[Verse 1: Mr. Grey]
White boy that y'all had no faith in
A black facial face and I cave ya face in
Wardrobe go dumb dumb
The sun soothe syndrome
You, dim-lit dimwits, nicknamed you Dim Sum
My right hook deliver bloody nose bros
Straight up your nostril
Like fist scale co-co
Like vocal T-loco, voodoo decodo
Clawing at your vultures no need no vocode

[Verse 2: Diabolic]
Throw you in a chokehold
Snapping your neck cause when animals attack with
Hacking your flesh with an axe or a hatchet
Smashing your chest till your clavicle and your fucking back intersect
Pass me the cess inhaling the dutch smoke
Now I'm sitting up on cloud nine from one toke
Going buck wild cause the shit I just wrote got hoes swallowing my cock till the sluts choke

[Verse 3: C-Mob]
I'm blood soaking out on the shit that I am on
You'll die upon and this chess game after crying, mom
Rappers claiming they're big fish I'm Leviathan
So fuck them and the horse they're riding on
See me riding in a old Caprice
Rolling deep my attitude is cold as sleet
And I'm on my king shit bitch golden fleece
And I suggest that you pray the Lord your soul to keep
[Verse 4: Wildcard]
Try and follow I'm bringing the psychic knowledge
I'm mad cause the bible called me a heathen whose fireballing to hell and my rivals all try to kill me but it's more likely you'll invite me, Mr Grey and Diabolic to your bible college
I am all of the pain that you try to ball up
And bring in to find some solace when all of the skies are falling appalling a mic-aholic whose coming to light you all up like a sniper with Cerebral Palsy trynna hold his rifle solid

Kick in the door

[Verse 5: Mr. Grey]
Mothafucka I'm cutthroat
Line em up like dominos
They all fall down one by one comatose
On my shit don't overdose
Tyrant trying know what throws so below I'm eskimo
A sold-out show and the crowd just froze
Raising ranting rodeo the baddest bull don't evoke
I ain't fucking around folks
I'm fire with no screen of smoke
Shoot me or rock me I'm so mothafucking dope

[Verse 6: Diabolic]
Now why not soak my foes in propane
Throw flames at em burn the whole gang
Backslap whack cats snatch that gold chain
The illest mothafucker from here to Spokane
Fuck these no names I'm here with Mr. Grey
To punch you in the face till our fists decay
Whoever got shit to say I'll kick in your door
And I'm fist fucking your face till your hitting the floor
[Verse 7: C-Mob]
All you bad apples get split to the core
Trust none so I keep a .45th in the drawer
Giving dick to a whore
Till she's dripping and sore
Going so hard she's telling me you ripped it and tore
Going ape shit
Killing pussies leave em in a waste pit
You can't compete with C-Mob or Mr. Grey spit
Rappers are so tasteless and you know they hate this
So take this chance to save face and get a facelift

[Verse 8: Wildcard]
I recall I'm the wolf and the night is calling
I'm throwing my rivals all in a well trynna climb a wall
If they're praying to Christ or Allah I'm finding they wife and ball em
Then I'm filling up they fucking holes I ain't talking stripe or solid
Might acknowledge the ciphers that I'm dissolving
I'm feisty inviting all on your face like a lion mauled it
I'm swinging a knife this wall is just spitting now spiders crawling
And I'm poisoning your drink mothafucka would you like an olive

Kick in the door