you mighta missed it keep your eyes open pay attention to the misfit watch your back when painted faces show up necks get twisted my wordplay is so clever pun intended is coming as these weirdos are enlisted i see the fear in them when nearing them they re cries are helpless and their exit plans are very slim they don t wanna know or see what s in this duffel bag i m carrying got tools that ll put em out the game like a shovel watch me bury em come with me to the dark side jedi tricks like anakin wave my hand like this and make em all still like mannequins see they faces everybody nervous and they panicking acting like they wanting beef well come and have it then low on luck ain t no love don t give a fuck show me blood straight to the trunk fill em with slugs hit em like a truck leave em in the mud i ll put yo eyes out like that demon that s on jeepers creepers fuck yo clique i ll leave em bleeding starting with yo leader no time off rest for the wicked no sick days when you spit sick shit no slacking when you rip a hater back out darken up the sun it s a motherfucking blackout leave the kids at home this is what happen when a mind go wrong better grab the phone and call 9 1 1 it s a murder song ain t no use in staying calm tempers flare like raining bombs venting as i made this song do em bad like vietnam prepare to paint em up and blast em like some cannonballs they thinking it s all a game till i start waving straps at y all these artists claim they run the underground they got no stripes i ve never seen em pay their dues or make a stand and fight they must be blinded by the dark they can t see the light the weirdos champ is here and i ll be taking names tonight i m legend you re not one like tech said i come with a shotgun man up better come with a hot one you don t better wish that you brought one tear yo frame apart you d swear you just fought wolverine don t cross that line with me i ll rage on em like a machine like snow tha product got em woke better not be sleeping on it this ain t a joke we ll turn yo people into walking targets put yo flagship artist head up in a fucking vice know by now trying to piss a weirdo off brings nothing nice  no time off rest for the wicked no sick days when you spit sick shit no slacking when you rip a hater back out darken up the sun it s a motherfucking blackout leave the kids at home this is what happen when a mind go wrong better grab the phone and call 9 1 1 it s a murder song i know what they thinking about me i know they re not feeling me killing em softly feel all the hate all around me hate all they want but they better back off me run with the mob we re surrounding heard what you spit and your music is sloppy give it up now and just crown me any mistake that you make will be costly hungry cannibal savage i m an alpha dog robotic animal like ravage busting shots at y all i m maniacal let em have it it s my protocol diabolical when i panic heads are rolling off i m a monster i m prepared to haunt ya show up at your concert human grenade launcher welcome to my record label put em on my torture table hook up the chains and cables the sequence has been enabled better watch your tongue around me don t you say the wrong words better watch the tune you whistle beware of the song bird i bring that pain to the doorstep m o b warmonger i m chucking that heavy metal at em call me converse