Charlie Ray, Bishop, Bleezo, Twisted Insane, Firing Squad - The Ward lyrics

Hit em up with the brainsick
Come with the murder kill em all get em for
The capital kill off of when the flame with
A couple of mental patients
Incredible cranium lookin for
Somebody better get on up on a replacement
Flagrant flame to the mic they
Will hate all labor
When the nigga doin right with ya hands
Talking their head all hyped for yo brand
Fuck around it and i bang it
Take a life by your strand
But they're not concerned with whats
Underneath it the street's
Hella deep when they came from the sewers
Til they pop up with
The staff that'll crumble
That ass into rubble we're takin no bloopers
Supervillain i can really kill em
With the venom but
They scared of what the rhythm might do
And I don't wanna do because im
Trinin and im finna fill the
Weed up in the bong and hit
It with the knife too
And I'm finna deliver the venom kill em
Im finna pretend to get em up
In and let up the ink that would
Fill up bend em in half
Suffer the wrath then whip the grin and
Tell ill be givin her mass
Im inside a bottle crystal rock
I provide ima glass of the nectar
Stand a man of steel Like a superhuman
General the last of my sector
The part of a solo stop on
The tongue watch you niggas run
Through this shit for fun put that
Ass on the stretcher brain!

Brainsick in dissections promp in
The carcass talkin to
Sorks and they live for the boo
Walk with the martians screws
On loose get stumped
In the Porsche and skin tsu tsu
Sit em in the booth and i
Chop em up into food
When out for the wither tools
Abominable but a shoe
Y'all don't rather talk about
Gryther but don't food
If it happens to go through
Well back up we're gonna chew
Stomp on the block so brainsick
Godly this underground truth
Click the tip to run through
Hammer to the tooth
I'm damn fresh to talk to
An aqua let loose couldn't have
Em to build mood
Truthfully I'm not easily and often amused
Cause the majority is usually
Just copies and dues a chopper that's foosin
No comprehend losin put caps on my dues
And when they cop for the moves
Taco belly 10 percent a death
Or take a heater to
The point I'm talkin flame
So I incinerate moves
Obliterate crews and they get to raise to
If Im drippin the grey goose
Or send em to jesus
Breath from the proof I six with the shooters
Trell introduce and get reefer the boo
Stealin from the top of the
Head to the shoes and the proof of the built
That made sickness produce

These givers have had it the
Hardest label of the year
I take it no matter what take
You with it ain't clear
Man it's fuck your life just
Like Twisted said so wicked
Deals on the table we can
Murder em right cheer
Screamin they ass up in the sound of the
Match or watch your flames a go
Forsee my main they post
Don't watch your brain convulse
Certain they surgical with it ima slayer post
Flat line nap time dirt nat take
Em in to the night night
Man I run up on them
Bitches like I might bite
The only vision that I leave
You with is hindsight 20
20 think it's funny til we
Comin to killin these artist
Claimin that they hard til you run
Them a mean did the harmless
Cuttin em with the sharpness and I'm
Leavin the blood in the garments
Rip em up apart get the
Plaster to cover my carpets
And they say that I'm heartless
Live with the harshness
Swim with the shar shniz
When you gonna see that
Unnecessary evil wouldn't understand
The light if it wasn't for the darkness
You're welcome
You can thank me later when they take it
To the inner worker come into my underground
Welcome to my hundred ground
Hook and my pen is my source so
Of course ima cut em down

Creepin up in the building
Kickin it with the villians
Sippin the penicillin
Look what the kiddie shit that the richest

Mother fuck rehab, thats what i told my PO
Smelling like that EO
Skiing down the ski slope need some pedigo
Holler at my amigo
He got the best around and he
Got it for the cheap low
Now i owe one owe one when it all gone
When the funk comes then it won’t numb
Better hold on, finna go
(gunshots) nigga don’t run don’t run
Nigga on the set I go dumb go dumb
Lock on the radar, scope on the AR
Nigga play hard get your face scarred
Bullets go crash with a nigga no state farm
Put it down full color block for the a course
Charles Xavier, please, oh, Dikulz
Z the piranha my not this shit official
Bishop in the buildin nigga
Better have a pistol
Hide in the ceiling killa live in Sacramento
Let it all blow till it go click bang
Sick up in the skull yeah I’m so insane
You better hide the flow
So we ride up by the snow
Got the powder for your
Nose doper than cocaine
Spit it for the weirdos they offin my pain
Rockin with a Tec-9 lost in the rain
Ain’t trippin bout the best rhyme
Niggas will respect mine
Slizzle like the lizard when I’m
Sippin on that drank
Twisted told me "Bishop, my nigga
In the bank"
Brainsick killin all them other niggas lame
On my block that’s my partner
Goin harder than the paint
Dreaded like a rasta goin harder than a tank

Call me the reason that you be
There for sufferin many beatings
I coulda put you to sleep and
There really wasn't a season
I coulda been with the beat but
I'm sweepin em off their feet
But the chopper I'm finna eat it and
Niggas don't learn to freeze it
Take em up out of the freezer
Bro body stir in the pry
Put it up on the set it
Contributes then half em lives
Throw me until I'm dead put a bullet
Up in my head you can
Put me up on a crucifix when
I come back I'm ridin
And everyone was signin cause I was
Just out there killin shit
The sin up on this chimney you could
Tell that I was feelin shit
I hit em with the venom nigga
They would never fill in shit
You feel like he was in a
Mortal kombat when I finish it
You will need a membership
Im droppin em in the box Im over the top and
You was not to get up in my fuckin business
I leave a nigga sleepin with the fishes
I keep it independent codependent I
Was livin off of bitches
Sickopatomous sack or my hand on
Those try the father
Pick up a ball but no be Mcgyver
And try to be like em
Get on your knees and you pray to
Your Jesus tell him to strike em
Im undefeated whenever you're needed out
With this side and i was a basket case
They call me a basterd i keep on livin my
Life an addict yeah call me your mantra
Hope or then keep up they see
I be rappin so fast
And I offen murderin niggas so i
Can see you in the patra
So i could hit em or gas em
Peel out and hit em with sick
And a bitch if I'm Liu
Tsung the picture rhythmatic
I hope you really don't think of
Dreamin they get em with this
Im a type of demon that fiendin
For those illegal with this
Pop and next thing you feelin me
Now like i wasn't shit
I coulda filled you with bullets but
Ima fill you with flow
It's a nation of motherfuckers behind
Me and I'll return at
Home to ya friend listen to
Me you already know, brain