"Bars Of Death" lyrics

[Merkules & Twista:]
Twista, I see you
You know what it is
C-Lance, Bars of Death

[Merkules:]
Motherfuckers wanna hate on me
'Cause they know that I stay on my J-O-B
I guess that's life like "c'est la vie"
Got your girl on my dick, she a H-O-E
I'ma run this shit till my ankles bleed
Twistin' [gunshot] my straight OG
Then pull up at the spot with the thang on me
I'ma chain all frees, heard they want beef
In a "Hard Knock Life" like H-O-V
I'ma stand on that till I break my knees
Somewhere out in Philly eatin' steak and cheese
Not OVO but the Drake's on me
So anybody thinkin' they as nice as us
Better speak up now, your vagina's tucked
I been through it all, through the minor bumps
And now that I got a bus I'ma light you up
We'll put the beef on the kaiser bun
When the outlet [?] hits, I'm the plug
A lot of y'all dudes are disguised as thugs
Till I'm robbin' hoods like Friar Tuck
Fall back but I'm simply dangerous
Warfare, all I bring is anguish
Twist pistols, aim, then I hit your face
And split your brains if you disobey this
Instantaneous, and your limbs get ripped off
For try'na swim with gators
I'm sick and this shit's contageous
If I was you I'd keep a distance maybe

I don't think you want any part of this (no no)
Pull up with a mask like Anonymous (oh no)
Like someone saw me we got a problem, bitch (no no)
The boy been a beast since the condom ripped (so gross)

[Twista:]
Fill 'em with a rocket when I gotta bust
Comin' from the bottom was a lot of us
Now they fuckin' with it when the bottom up
Popular 'cause I don't wanna be anonymous
I don't wanna be another lookin' outta luck
I don't wanna be another body for the murder
Not a victim in the middle of the night and when a
Motherfucker get up in the party with a burner
I just wanna be a nigga better with the etiquette
And kill 'em when I hit 'em with the rhetoric
Comin' with the vitamin and the mineral of the music
Melody can be a medicine
Feel the rhythm of the veteran, I'm better than
Whoever you put in front of me, I don't wanna brag
I'm just comin' with the confidence
So when you really look into it you can see I want a bag
Hit 'em with the dialect of a speaker with intellect
And I don't wanna dumb it, down
But I gotta make, sure they
Under-stand it, when I, run it, down
Spit a-bout a, hunnid, rounds
When I, do a, style
I'ma leave 'em without a body, without a way to live
All you, do is, drown
In a room full of sound
Make you move with the dose
With a groove to the head
And a tune to the throat
Feel the doom from the notes
Flow so sharp that it scarred your breath
Verses of Torture, Lyrics of Fury, Bars of Death

[Merkules:]
I don't think you want any part of this (no no)
Pull up with a mask like Anonymous (oh no)
Like someone saw me we got a problem, bitch (no no)
The boy been a beast since the condom ripped (so gross)
I don't think you want any part of this (no no)
Pull up with a mask like Anonymous (oh no)
Like someone saw me we got a problem, bitch (no no)
The boy been a beast since the condom ripped (so gross)