No luck, my heart’s cold as f**k
 They put a blade through my ribcage, it broke into dust
 Your image is getting tired and it makes y’all wack
 We independent and spit fire, call it skateboard rap
 They timid a little shy when you facing these cats
 When they spitting they get it live, man I hate fake rap
 And f**k that, I’mma be as real as [bad word]  Like the air that you breathe and you feel in your lungs
 Homie think he a cause he made one record
 When I be overseas rocking k1x shirts
 You want beef? I’m an A1 expert
 We can settle it in the streets like a lane-reflector
 Rappers are weak, they impeding my progress
 If you a beast you never seen like the Loch Ness
 I’m a goon, ghoul, goblin, a monster
 Feed you to the wolves then I do it in concert
[Verse 2]
Got enough ratchets for the masses
 No remorse for a [bad word]  Click-clack at the back of his cabbage
 Burning Dutch Masters till my fingers burned by the ashes
 Move with the madness, skull fractures and magnums
 Blood spattered on canvas
 At night it’s like [bad word] it rampant
 Off the beat break for pete sakes we scrambling
 Got enough swords for war if you hard to the core we savage
 We Cro-Magnon masses
 Hold your children for ransom, my soul’s been abandoned
 Walk with madmen, cut your windpipe slow
 Under the moonlight low, there’s no telling where my goons might go
 Watch the pipebomb blow, f**k the rigmarole
 We bloodthirsty and we out for your throat
 12 gauge under the coat, f**k, brag, and boast
 Big bang theory to the death we toast [bad word] 
We make you pray for your life at night begging to Christ
 Make you pray for your life, the cross you clutching it tight
 Make you pray for your life, Savage Brothers on the mic
 We make you pray for your life, we make you pray for your life
We make you pray for your life at night begging to Christ
 Make you pray for your life, the cross you clutching it tight
 Make you pray for your life, Savage Brothers on the mic
 We make you pray for your life, we make you pray for your life
[Verse 3]
Don’t you dare yawn, all of you rappers is ? clone
 We make you roll over in minutes like cellphones
 We stage ? thinking I’m weak
 You’d be wrong, I’m a fat hairy beast in the street like King Kong
 I see y’all thinking you safe where the Ds crawl
 Till I swing and knock you off of your stand like T-ball
 We be raw, Lord Lhus and the Savage Brothers
 Make you f*****s smack each other then bucking your [bad word]  We troubled youth, [bad word] addicts who like fights
 At a nice height I’m bringing [bad word] like zeitgeist
 f**k Christ, I ain’t bowing down to s**t
 And if you don’t agree with me you can suck my [bad word]  f**k this [bad word]  get this gold, it’s what I’m about
 [bad word] straight from the dirty South to punch you in your mouth, m**********r
 So walk the other direction cause this s**t ain’t a game
 Now take this verse as a message [bad word] 
We make you pray for your life at night begging to Christ
 Make you pray for your life, the cross you clutching it tight
 We make you pray for your life when Lord Lhus on the mic
 I make you pray for your life, I make you pray for your life
We make you pray for your life at night begging to Christ
 Make you pray for your life, the cross you clutching it tight
 We make you pray for your life when Lord Lhus on the mic
 I make you pray for your life, I make you pray for your life

[Verse 4]
Sicknature is back with the rampage
 Feet earthquakes shatter the landscapes
 Smashing the [bad word] place while the stars are trapped in the backstage room
 Doom is upon you if the goons are snoozed on
 The soon boom’s hard enough to fill tombs with your honour
 [bad word] it for you, [bad word] the [bad word] game and ? smarter
 If ? talker
 I bring ? rock, this is the end of the order
 Forced by killing ? hip hop Benjamin Parker
 The madness enable my shoulder devil I’ll strangling ang