The Underground Avengers - Exit Wounds lyrics

Humans, they are not the cowering wretches
We were promised they stand
They are unruly and therefore cannot
Be ruled to challenge them is to court death

Buksmash on these bitches I’m
The reason fluids leaking out
I brought my homies with me, yeah
The goons are creeping out
I got my hands around they necks
I think they sleeping now
There will be no more disrespecting
Me from here on out
Everybody want what they can’t get
Wannabes wanna rap but they can’t spit
They try to act hard like
They’re mad shit but
They’re runnin like a bitch when the MAC hit
Why do they think that they better than us?
Showing respect is just never enough
The motto I follow "In choppers we trust"


Hit 'em with hollows put them in the dust

Bow down to the one they
Call the king of Babylon (Boondox)
The scarecrow, bitches here comes Abaddon
(Armageddon)
Yeah motherfuckers this is Judgement Day
On yo knees to Jesus nonbelievers
Better learn to pray
The anti antichrist with a Mossberg pump
And a taste for blood
You want some good advice
Don’t fuck with a dude who plays in mud
The southern devil with a shovel
And a pine box
Burying the competition this is
Where you’ll find ‘Dox

Yeah, see I’ll put these niggas in caskets
(yeah) anybody in the way better pray that
They don’t get they back hit (yeah)
Cause I ain’t fuckin' 'round
Been rockin' that fuck you sound
Fuck you clowns
Though in a minute I’ll kill a
Nigga and put it down
This ain’t a game, we ain’t playin
Leave him tangled up
I’m runnin’ deep with TCH
They'll find him mangled cuz
They ran their mouths
But we 'bout it soon as the flames hitting
I’m a little bit mindless to the violence
I'll leave 'em brainless

Like a volley I'mma serve ‘em
The shotties bodied the vermin
We remaining sucker free
Make these fuckers bleed from they sternums
Releasing what l’ve learned about squeezing
Three from the burner
To avenge the underground like my
Only child who was murdered
Middle finger with the wrists slit
Spitting out the lyrics to reflect the pulse
They say I’m a misfit
But connected to my weapon Decepticon
The blasphemers with grievances
Psycho Jesus
The underground’s heathen and only
God to believe in

That lyrical surgery serve to
Be servin’ purposely verbally murk emcees
Hurling Hercules words in first degree
Murder verses, no perjury
Punish producers perfectly, done perfectly
The perfect person with
Perfect precision certainly
I’m a savage animal with ammo
That’s from the mandible
I’m Rambo and Hannibal wrapped up into one
And I go ham around any amateur
Caliber rapper and his clone (aye)
Liquid Assassin attackin leaving
Fragments of bone (let's do it)

Eat flesh, I'm gonna fucking eat brains
I'm gonna ugh
Licking all the blood up off the floor
I'm fucking cannibal
They call me prince because they
Think I’m really two faced
Standing in my cave and smoking weed
I think I’m white man
A dark knight, doing good
Think I’m doing bad
They don't play for Sith Lord
Arm that motherfucka
I’m the crocodile hunter and I say "crickey"
Where’s my fuckin beer mate
Put your fuckin hands up

The pain in me is, all I
Need is just one second, i
Am gonna show you why
I’m finally being recognized
Whitney’s the realest
All these other chicks they be disguised
I’m here on a mission, back with a vengeance
Don’t even be surprised
Who’s the girl with the flip flops on
Wowing everybody with the hip hop songs
Came from the bottom, got my tank top on
I know I’m gonna blow, it is just not long
Rock on, cause I came to rage
I get hype, you can blame my age
Weight falls in the booth, I stay insane
Bath salts I’m craving brain

Bang bang rhymes just rang out I threw it
Who the fuck is him, it’s ROCs influence
When I insert berserk like I’m stupid
Goin all dumb
Blast on myself cock back I knew it
Cause I’m my worst enemy, I came to do it
Cause you’re my worst enemy and simply stupid
Cause I’m my worst enemy, blat tat tat
Fire, fire, duck and weave
Fire, fire, these words like bees
Sting emcees, niggas squeeze like "ooh"
Getting hit with that bitty
Dodging bullets like please
Ain’t no way to get past The ROC’s flow
Zip line in and wipe out the combo
I’m not mad, just that close to psycho
Kiss my ass, I’m gon' suck like lipo

And I rep my team
Hash click hash click boy that’s your scene
(bitch) go so hard, rocking on the mic
I make the whole motherfuckin
Crowd wet their jeans (ow)
So respect my scheme
Make the haters hate, make the sexy scream
Glow-sticks in hands
You shit your pants when you close
Your eyes and ingest the beams
Never cross my green, king of the burbs
Just a restless fiend
Say my name, you gon' get some love
(get some love)
Look into my eyes, they got a festive gleam
Drop some ‘cid then I bless the swing
Detroit boys and we rep the scene
They call me Ajax
My breath is stinking my beats are
Dirty but the rest is clean bitch

Ha ha body bag
I'mma hit em with it like a boxing match
Tell me little buddy why you got so mad
Cause we killin' it for real and
We don’t want yo trash
Grewsum, that’s who I am
What’s up with those tracks you buying
They wack as hell so those rappers fail
Well I’m back from hell
And I’m crack supplying donnie Dark
Flow it's over when I want your heart
Hold composure when I chop your parts
Mold the sofa, now I call that art
Snortin' coke and overdosing
You’ll get it soon
Met your doom at the next full moon
In the dead zone I'mma make your
Head go boom, like endo bloom
Like an exit wound

They-they-they-they call me Scum
I am the tombstone on your children’s graves
It's Lyrikal Snuff
Rough enough to be what every
One of our followers craves
Deliver the sickness and witness mass murder
And group suicides taking place
I’m hitting them hard like a
Brick to the back
Of the head or a bat to they face
So fuck 'em all
If they ain’t with us then they don’t exist
We 'bout to blow up like
The backpack of a terrorist
I got me a list of some names
Everyone dusting for an obituary page
No exit wounds when I blow they heads
Off with my sawed off gauge

Picture me, FDux with a knife in my hand
What's up y'all? (hey how ya doing?)
One cut, two cut
Three cuts to your guts and your blood
In the hands and they’re spewing
We could play, wanna bang? But you chicken
Pray to God but he ain’t gonna save ya
I’m proud to be, an oddity
Banned from society
And I come from the bottom of the gutter
Kill beef, like Ruben, you stutter
I’m hard, you butter
Watch your mouth cause the
45 mag don’t stutter people hope
Made it back 'bout the size of a hubcap
Crack get smoked like a dope sack
Bout blew my high with your bullshit
Bitch I’m trynna get my buzz back dux

Jason Porter, all he raps about, drugs
So I hit the club with mixtapes
When my stash is dried up
Staring at you at the Waffle House
In the middle of the night
Trynna cop an ounce
Dropping out when I pop a sound
And get the fuck out
I got enough rocks for now
The doctors got me in a passive mode
My coke fit's are bigger than Axl Rose
Pissed off at the way that I handle hoes
Pullin' up with a Glock and a pair of bose
On a magic carpet with a hair in my hose
And I’m all coked up and
Don’t wear any clothes
You’re blown out like a pipe bomb
You’re pussy got more room than an iPod

Underground’s finest
Now tell me what’s next to prove
Split your neck in two
Leave you laying with a bunch of exit wounds
Team R2, five star general
Plays, I’m calling shots, y’all are not
Looking kinda funny running from
My fallen hots ballin or not
Still dumping shells from the side
Of my black truck you fat fucks fakin'
While I’m collecting fat bucks ask around
Bet you find out that nothing’s fake
I’ll show up at your church and
Rob the fuckin' collection plate

Yeah look, fuck everybody (fuck 'em)
Yeah I’m fuckin' pissed (yeah)
Pedophile niggas, stay fucking kids
Penn State shit, you won’t fucking live (naw)
What track you ever crush
I heard your fucking diss
Treat you like a bitch
Blow you a fucking kiss
9 mili with good aim, I won’t fucking miss
(lets go) it’s Darko and his d is the clip
Sutter Kain is the boss and my
Rivals can suck a dick motherfucker

Cramping babies, castrating some old ladies
Illuminati want my body
I ain't fucking crazy
Put a bullet in your head
And make your brain splatter
Grab a fork and a spoon
And eat your brain matter
Fuck your bitch in the ass
Until she starts to shit
Take my dick out her ass and
Make her suck that shit
And when she vomit I'ma shove
It down her throat
Take a hit of DMT and a nose full of coke
Yeah

As you peel the pile of bodies up off me
Can we do it a little bit softly
My girls need a lot more room
Don’t worry they will not breathe
Proceed to breed, from my undead seedery
Supercharged when I need to be
Smelling like the teen spirit of
A sad Norwegian queen
There’s a difference between you and a king
Kung Fu Vampire, giving you nowhere to run to
I’m robotic, subsonic, composed
And honest, methodic, erotic
So demonic, I’ll be the cannibal analyst
Never the animatronic
And I’m sitting on your carpet
While I’m drinking gin and
Tonic and I’m higher than the
Mountain that I haunted

It’s that west coast Cali killer
My nigga pull yo knives out
And if you’re coming to my
City we gon' find out
Finna blow yo mind out
Then I’ll let my nuts flow
Knocking yo bitch
Talking shit and take yo bank roll
I know you heard the stories hoe
They say I’m getting gory bro
Kicking in the door
Stick my gat in like a gloryhole (yeah)
Every time you see me
Another body gets found
Motherfuck on you hoes, get my doe
Prince of the underground