WARSONG
[Intro: Yung Skayda]
Bo- bo- boxcutters
[Chorus: 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-
[Verse 1: Karm The Tool]
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
And now that boy a doner
Leave his body empty
Led his lamb to the slaughter
Undеrground horror
Blakk Metal marauder
And I took your shorty
Thought my dick was a recordеr (RACKS)
We was at the crib
Introduced her to the water
She gonna need a doctor
No she gonna need a lawyer
[Chorus: 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-
[Verse 2: 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
S-s-s-sniper sight hit you with the aim- of a eagle
K- k-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
[Verse 3: Yung Skayda & Karm The Tool]
I- i-iron to your head but I ain’t curling your hair
Beat cold, it’s gonna make me hibernate like a bear (RACKS)
Shit old, man I’m fed up with the talking beware
Have his ass battered up and in need of repairs-airs-airs-airs-
[Chorus: Karm The Tool]
R- R-R-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-