Chillin wit baseheads we are the faceless
we are the faithless we are the secred
i love the hatredx2
excuse my behavior blood on the razor
something to savor, i need a saviorx2

breakin an entery everything that i see movins an enemy
nuthins a friend to me-
harnestin atomic energy thatll knock bak your whole city
a couple of centuries-
make ur vicinity look nothin more than a volitle entity
kaotic tendencies turned into somethin thats audibly interesting
call it a symphony

havem swallow his pride or i'll drown em in misery
snitches get dismissed n shrouded in mystery
critcs apauld of my incinsitivity
look in my eyes n see visions of villiany
set fire to critics religiously
i herd the was lookin for sympathy
underground where the wicked be go to the surface and search for a remedy

they say why attillah menacing, he does everything so relentlessly
with leatle intent so intentivly i just dont think i culd take such intesity
he uses vindictively every sentence he shuld go thru a sentenceing
the reason death shuld exsist as a penalty i truely think hes addicted to sinistry

i hear ton of it, they on sum sucka shit jus for the fuck of it
tussle wit tungs n shit, tussle wit guns n shit just for the fun of it
im on some hunnic shit swallow spear i dont think they culd stomach it
hopfly im killed by the government within a month n shit i'll be in hell wit my other bitch.

covet the covenent send ya bitch over 4 capital punishment
march to ya capital punish it
snatch off ya crown put the throne where the dungeonis
colder than russa is
them burners hot gotta bussem wit oven mits
niggas stay thinkin they tuffn shit thuggin it
ill giv em total destruction in pubalic

heres a prediction i see you hav an addiction to weed
you say that you stay in the streets n carry a heat
but in end you jus somethin the savages eat
i preh onthe weak fuck niggas prey wit the weak
you shulda stayed on ya knees you shuld jus prey over beats
prey b4 sleep you get slain in the sheets

a yung squad issa dumb squad call my hun squad cutcha tungs off
bitch i maul ops take ya jaw off witta sawd off you get hauld off
i dont make friends bitch i make ends commit 8 sins drinkin str8 gin
smokin bathsalts eatcha mask off eatcha face off you shuld face loss

if you mad be then its mad beef
betta nigga culdnt clap me
know a buncha niggas that run the city lka trak meet were ya trap be.
say you aint scared but in church nigga
how the fuck thats spose to work nigga
who tf you finna hert nigga
all my niggas do is lurk nigga

shout my nigga bby phantom,
thats my brutha thats my bruthas lil brother see u husslin only 15 on the come up thats a one up lil nigga gotta love it
if you need it kid its nothin
they dont feed a savage nothin
but they can never touch it niggas dump in public sound the seventh trumpet