Undergods - Undergods Roll lyrics

What the fuck what the fuck
When I step to the mic I get a rush
Keith Murray and Canibus
What the fuck you wanna discuss
Crush fistful of dollars like
The Outlaw Josey Wales
All the bitches holla
Create cold days in hell
We the spooks that stood by the door took us
They want us to tone it down
I don't know what the fuck for
Smoke out brothers, on the cars stay raw
Fuck you asshole niggas til' you all sore

Why I oughtta take you down to the control
Room where we conduct torture
You won't talk shit no more, son
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder drama
Fistful of Dollars
Zero tolerance, right turn clot him
The subwoofer sound like two
Dragons looking for chow
They are still lookin' even now
Rifle off the rack, sling it around my back
Get the big round furry hat and
Burlap sack for y'all niggas
Conduct this Undergod business

Stop! He's killin' me! Somebody
Call the cops!
Our metaphor split infinite ways

Keep your proximity or get
Knocked into infinity
You still can't fuck with me lyrically

Going go right picture this

When I was growin' up I
Learned trust is no such
There are things in this world
That you don't wanna touch

Stop! He's killin' me! Somebody
Call the cops! The beat is the weed
The flow is the munchies
And line by line, we eat emcees

They some sucka' emcee, diva muthafukaz
This is Hip-Hop music
We don't need no chorus

When this horrific vocab spit
Your bowels'll shift
You smoked a pound of spliff

Keep your proximity or get
Knocked into infinity
You still can't fuck with us lyrically

Stop! He's killin' me! Somebody
Call the cops! We grapple on gravel
Y'all niggas scared

Special agent said page him
Then ten other suit's came in
The Coke bottle started levitatin'

This is psycho, psychotic, stupid, crazy
Make all the funky bitches get neurotic

Twelve bars take you to hell god
Head get lopped off in the trailer park

Stop! He's killin' me! Somebody
Call the cops! He's a fuckin' liar
All the guards know he psycho monkey cypher

His death would happen the reverse way
On his next birthday he was searchin'
For the words to say

I walked in the room with an axe
Put three gashes in his back

Yeah rip off the flesh, come at you like this
On some Samurai shit, had an axe to your neck

Don't approach us excited
We might get nervous
We not liable for what we
Do when we get nervous

We told you keep your proximity
Or get knocked into infinity
You still can't fuck with us lyrically

I put my hand in the air boop, boop put

Slipped on his toes, got clipped in his hole
Canibus, Keith Murray, how the Undergods roll
Undergod shit psychosomatic
How the Undergods roll psychosomatic