Derelicts, Marauders, Savages lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh
Whats up, how ya doing?
Where ya coming from
Where ya going?
Rozzy on the scene shining like a 40 beam
Bout to act a damn samoan
Keep the tempo going
Keep the money going
Keep the cash flowing
Naked ass showing
I don't need a b*tch I just need the bands
Your a small fish and its a vast ocean
f*cking with the house I put your head up in a vice and spin it till it crack open
I got killers with me toting mac, toting luger sending shots to bad omens
Finna really come up big on em'
I don't give a f*ck I bust a sag shorty
Put the mac down like War Machine on a b*tch in the damn lobby
I remember thinking I would never be sh*t and now I'm sh*tting on em' as a hobby
Gangsta walkin from my kitchen to my living room I got too many bands on me
What the friggin' dang heck
Dylan don't play when it come to paychecks
Its the juggalo
Been a juggalo
b*tch im steady booming like a bass test
You f*cking with the god of death
You f*cking with the butcher man no truer sadist
Nobody move
Nobody get hurt
Dylan bring the pain b*tch
Get burnt like your main b*tch
Zoonga gozoonga zang b*tch
Got the world up on my back and I don't know how much longer I can take it
Derelicts
Marauders
Savages
Make the world go round [x2]