SEMTEX! lyrics

[Chorus]
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war-crimes
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war-crimes
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war-crimes
Take my plot to the grave, b*tch, I think it's war time
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war crimes
Take my plot to the grave, b*tch, I think it's war time

[Verse 1]
f*ckin' with the eater mane, you bout' to float away
Step out the mothaf*ckin' haze and let the demons take the race
I blow it up SEMTEX C4 all on the walls
So just sit there ready steady waiting for the f*cking call
Imma get them all, leave the prison inside
Get this sh*t and end this with the hollow tips
Are rippin' 'til the b*tches get my dividends
Break down the walls with the blood on the floor
And the bodies are holin' the sauce it be callin' now
I murder them all like i'll never be fallen the dozen that move will continue them on
Jumping out the motherf*cking row
With an axe
In the back
Of the track
Cause the motherf*cker lacks
Better pay your tax or then we'll be back
Put the blade in your back watch your head get cracked
Step back
Stop and think about who the f*ck you are attacking
You nag us up the check and b*tch lets get straight to the crackin
No crack-ins, you've woken up the motherf*ckin' kraken
Never gonna beat this with the heat just like a motherf*ckin' dragon
Put another brother motherf*cker sit together center
Put a f*cker in the corner if he mutter
Aye, you say
Rest in piece
Death the same
Its a game
I dont give a single f*ck about your homie mane
Get them out my face before you
Join them down the prison of the grave
[Chorus]
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war-crimes
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war-crimes
Take my plot to the grave, b*tch, I think it's war time
Lately I've been dreamin' 'bout committing war crimes
Take my plot to the grave, b*tch, I think it's war time

[Verse 2]
f*ck you, pus*y boy, and f*ck yo' sh*tty little clique
I got no time to play around and this rifle is bout to kick you better duck
What the f*ck?
b*tch, you 'bout to get your face struck
Putting up the homies and about to take your place, son
Say some
I feel like im [?] in those days
Kitchen knife to end your life i'll never be the same again
Watch yo back, cause i stack, to the max
Got yo bat, in the back, of the black backpack
Never lack, but he bought a death of blood can you see the Cadillac
Im pullin' up about to f*ck your sh*t and leave you on your back
b*tch i'm a savage i'm doing the damage you never could manage the evil
I banish
I have the advantage im laid off the covers
I plan to exterminate you and your men
And your mothers wil bury your bodies and tell us
"The f*ck do you mean i am b*tch you aren't better"
As i am rapping you are a dispose
Of the matter
Kill the pus*y motherf*ckers with the baton