Marcus D, Crooked I, Royce da 5'9", Kid Vishis - Burnin lyrics

Let's be honest, my dominant pursuit
To ball is phenomenal like Ndamukong Suh
I only fear tears from my son
Glass is half full
Mindframe: rain is tears from the sun
Now sit back, picture pitch black
Get your 6 pack
Your bitch spazzing get your dick back
You planting seeds like a lion gardener
I got money on you, but I ain't on your side
I ain't your silent partner
I give 'em the finger
Cause niggas used to cut the off
Switch off when I called
I done been through the ringer
Yeah, my bitch asks ''is you gon' fight
Everybody that got something bad to
Say about you?'' yeah
They shouldn't run their mouth
I ain't the leader of the Slaughter
If I was we would be called Drunkenhouse
About this infinite shit, mention the clique
This clip will quickly get your attention
Nickle and Vish

Marksmen with the pencil
My pen is like a pistol i wish you would
I sick you intending bodily harm if
You trying to get your issue
I'll make your center fold
7-6-2 full magazine
Rifle his eye, call the shit insight
Get sniped full clip, let it rip
Kiss his ass good night
Good bye cause you'll perish first
We'll put you underneath the ground
So far you won't be found 'til
The meek inherit the Earth
He ain't hardcore when I grab the 44
I make 'em flip
Call the shit street parkour get it?
The mag'll spit and take all
The air out you quick
Which will remind you of opening
Up a bag of chips
Youngin the truth when it come to the spit
Loaded pistol flowing my guns drew
Since you a fucking fruit
You can't even chew a banana
Without chipping a tooth
Step in the booth and I'll chew you

It's so prophetic
That selfish shit it be so patethic
Cause when your whole crew
Ball it's all copastetic
Now tell me what could be only
Realer if Oprah said it?
''I'm rich, bitch, from talking
On shows'' - yo, forget it
The flow kinetic
Move crowds when I spit a bar
My drive's impact is more than
When you it a car
Son keeps shining cause he is a star
Kick dust like the Greek mythology's minotaur
I'm in a rental car trying
To avoid the struggle life
With enough shit in the trunk
To do double life
I hustle right, gotta zip up the duffle tight
Like bitches fronting with Jordan I'd
Rather cuff a mic
But this industry is simply complex
Fuck empty concepts
I'm thinking strictly ''I'm next''
Meatcleavers and bloody aprons
Is Slaughterhouse
Wack rappers get a pass, next
Time I'mma call you out, bitch