"WARSONG" lyrics
[Karm The Tool:]
Racks on the way
I got packs gotta weigh
Racks on the way
I got thrax on the way
Racks on the way
I got bags by the way
I'll fuck up this whole damn pit when I swing fist like MMA
Racks on the way
I got packs gotta weigh
Racks on the way
I got thrax on the way
Racks on the way
I got bags by the way
I got packs packs
I got I got
Thrax by the way
Why you in my wallet
Just know I keep my bands up
Stunting since I walked in
See them throw their hands up
Shit finna get violent
I should put my rings on before I hit this mosh pit
They should play this theme song
When I roll with the posse
Yeah this is my war song
Don't know what to call it
Just know when I'm fucking
That the chain stays on
Know your shawty want me
Dirty little faucet
You gonna need some oxygen
I'll put your ass in orbit
Shut the fuck up
Nigga that's an order
Ain't no wait no hold up
Your ma ain't raise no soldier
Bah bah bah
And now that boy a doner
Leave his body empty
Led his lamb to the slaughter
Underground horror
Blakk metal marauder
And I took your shorty
Thought my dick was a recorder
We was at the crib
Introduced her to the water
She gonna need a doctor
No she gonna need a lawyer
Racks on the way
I got packs gotta weigh
Racks on the way
I got thrax on the way
Racks on the way
I got bags by the way
I'll fuck up this whole damn pit when I swing fist like MMA
Racks on the way
I got packs gotta weigh
Racks on the way
I got thrax on the way
Racks on the way
I got bags by the way
I got packs packs
I got I got
Thrax by the way
[Yung Skayda:]
I switch whole personalities I'm Hannah Montana
She gon' suck on it until I shoot just like a camera
She gon' shake it on me till I pop just like a Fanta
Black diamonds
White diamonds on me like a panda
A hundred bands can turn a housewife into a dancer
A hundred bands on your head would turn me into a danger
For that bread boy I'll become your best friend boy
Before I put three into your back like you was a stranger
Sniper sight hit you with the aim of a eagle
Knock 'em out, where did he go with that ego
The residents inside of this bitch seem to be evil
Light them up with the beam ray, it makes me feel like Frieza
Iron to your head but I ain't curling your hair
Beat cold, it's gonna make me hibernate like a bear
Shit old, man I'm fed up with the talking beware
Have his ass battered up and in need of repairs
[Karm The Tool:]
Racks on the way
I got packs gotta weigh
Racks on the way
I got thrax on the way
Racks on the way
I got bags by the way
I'll fuck up this whole damn pit when I swing fist like MMA
Racks on the way
I got packs gotta weigh
Racks on the way
I got thrax on the way
Racks on the way
I got bags by the way
I got packs packs
I got I got
Thrax by the way
Racks on the way
I got packs gotta weigh
Racks on the way
I got thrax on the way
Racks on the way
I got bags by the way
I'll fuck up this whole damn pit when I swing fist like MMA
Racks on the way
I got packs gotta weigh
Racks on the way
I got thrax on the way
Racks on the way
I got bags by the way
I got packs packs
I got I got
Thrax by the way
Why you in my wallet
Just know I keep my bands up
Stunting since I walked in
See them throw their hands up
Shit finna get violent
I should put my rings on before I hit this mosh pit
They should play this theme song
When I roll with the posse
Yeah this is my war song
Don't know what to call it
Just know when I'm fucking
That the chain stays on
Know your shawty want me
Dirty little faucet
You gonna need some oxygen
I'll put your ass in orbit
Shut the fuck up
Nigga that's an order
Ain't no wait no hold up
Your ma ain't raise no soldier
Bah bah bah
And now that boy a doner
Leave his body empty
Led his lamb to the slaughter
Underground horror
Blakk metal marauder
And I took your shorty
Thought my dick was a recorder
We was at the crib
Introduced her to the water
She gonna need a doctor
No she gonna need a lawyer
Racks on the way
I got packs gotta weigh
Racks on the way
I got thrax on the way
Racks on the way
I got bags by the way
I'll fuck up this whole damn pit when I swing fist like MMA
Racks on the way
I got packs gotta weigh
Racks on the way
I got thrax on the way
Racks on the way
I got bags by the way
I got packs packs
I got I got
Thrax by the way
[Yung Skayda:]
I switch whole personalities I'm Hannah Montana
She gon' suck on it until I shoot just like a camera
She gon' shake it on me till I pop just like a Fanta
Black diamonds
White diamonds on me like a panda
A hundred bands can turn a housewife into a dancer
A hundred bands on your head would turn me into a danger
For that bread boy I'll become your best friend boy
Before I put three into your back like you was a stranger
Sniper sight hit you with the aim of a eagle
Knock 'em out, where did he go with that ego
The residents inside of this bitch seem to be evil
Light them up with the beam ray, it makes me feel like Frieza
Iron to your head but I ain't curling your hair
Beat cold, it's gonna make me hibernate like a bear
Shit old, man I'm fed up with the talking beware
Have his ass battered up and in need of repairs
[Karm The Tool:]
Racks on the way
I got packs gotta weigh
Racks on the way
I got thrax on the way
Racks on the way
I got bags by the way
I'll fuck up this whole damn pit when I swing fist like MMA
Racks on the way
I got packs gotta weigh
Racks on the way
I got thrax on the way
Racks on the way
I got bags by the way
I got packs packs
I got I got
Thrax by the way
