hunting for witches I go hunting for witches Heads are going to roll I go hunting for '90s, optimistic as a teen Now it's terror Airplanes crash into towers The Daily
limit 'til its finished Will it blow up the spot? Killing everybody in it Get it, hit it direct, the object's to break spirit Inflicit damega like terror
Wrapped in plastic, the acid erased all traces Criminal tactics the rap game became so drastic Military mind mashed all the walls they blasted If we bleed then they suffocate chokin' in terror
in plastic the acid, erased all traces Criminal tactics the rap game became so drastic Military mind mashed all the walls they blasted If we bleed then they suffocate, chokin' in terror
you like the Wu-Tang debut Now who remains true to the game? Damn shame it wasn't you Fools lay claim to fly rhymes but I terrorize airlines My mind'
laugh Twiztid running this bitch for nine dash A car crash is no equivalent Crossing the valley and we gets ignorant. We far from innocent Acting belligerent on the daily
laugh Twiztid running this bitch for nine dash A car crash is no equivalent We far from innocent Crossing the valley and we gets ignorant Acting belligerent on the daily
dash. A car crashin is no equivlant. We far from innocent. Crossin the valley and we gets ignorant. Actin belligerent on a daily. Hoping that somebody
brown Hell of a jab, gift of gab I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond bezel Rap terror terror, EPMD
Bustin' with brand new artillery cocked Straight out the metal shop to catch you up close Dead on the spot, there goes your manhood Mad Max, Terror
1: The Endless Circle) You truly have no purpose to question why As frail truth breeds only slaves to a lie Falsehood stitched to a shroud of deception Daily
and almost got rocked My hustle on the roof top, the watch cop, and I'm gettin crazy cheddar Drivin rose, Bentleys and better The street contemplate the terror
brand new artillery cocked Straight out the metal shop, to catch you up close, dead on the spot There goes your manhood Mad max, terror your dome for
brand new artillery cocked Straight out the metal shop, to catch you up close, dead on the spot There goes your manhood Mad Max, Terror your Dome for
, I'm bound to get fucked Though bein broke as hell it be drivin me crazy Hooked up with my niggas start jackin niggas daily Fat sacks of dirt, to Dayton
this. Dont you know... Esham's back with another wicket track Some old wicket shit and all that A new era, I'll bring the terror plus the funk You cant
like toasters Surprise open your mind and realize I'm back again Still the same band now its skrapz locked up in this pen Trick or treatin daily man
i feel like i'm sometimes, strapped in a mussle activity in my brain puts me through a daily struggle unpredictable like mystikal, i'm runnin' down