HOOK
we pay homage to the god and the profits
we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest
washing blood stains until they go orange
we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest
too many rappers a liars never bin honest
we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest
widow ya Doris n av her phoning the florist
we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest
i murder wack rappers but i wont be shooting ya
im a medieval axe wielding executioner
im oozing Lucifer, musical views, infused with death
im sumthin like a tattooed Jupiter or Zeus in the flesh
ill hack ya feet of from ya ankle if ya choose to step
and air ya lungs out just to watch ya loose ya breath
im always mood n bex,n im rude yes
this aint too chains fam this is too stressed
i sit in solace in the forest with a wallet fulla knowledge
i pay homage, to the profits, prophesising what god is
in a hypnotic condition, horrors hidden, in ma gothic visions
most my mates a either dead or locked in prison
kidnap a rapper tie him up n take him hostage in the
blink of an eye finish any given opposition
demonic king demolishing, the competitions optimism
your oesophagus is pissin blood you forgot to listen
HOOK
we pay homage to the god and the profits
we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest
washing blood stains until they go orange
we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest
too many rappers a liars never bin honest
we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest
widow ya Doris n av her phoning the florist
we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest
i dont need to think to rap, its instinct t ink a track
killd track den give it mouth to mouth jus t bring it back
king is back, slingin raps like dis ting is crack
sittin strumin on my six string till ma fingers snap
mans greed is evident, i stand free heavan sent
my hurd come through like some stampeedin elephants
we dont need no provication if you want dat botheration
im an abanation, bomb u blatent, like obamas nation
i send a pack a drones to kill you rappin clones
you anint packin shows, or packin crome nahh leave dat alone
why not stick to the facts ya know
or why not pack in rappin fam, n leave it to the actuall pros
cause iv had enough, a bittin my tounge
n i couldnt give a fuck now right or wrong,
yeah im angry blud im angry at you all
the angel azreal gonna be bangin at ya door
HOOK X2
we pay homage to the god and the profits
we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest
washing blood stains until they go orange
we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest
too many rappers a liars never bin honest
we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest
widow ya Doris n av her phoning the florist
we merc wack rappers n berry em in the forest