Riot lyrics

[Riot noise]

(Wicked Sick Productions)

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
I'm jumping straight over the barricade with the steel toe in the boot, tryin' to crack a damn face
They launchin' tear gas but I got on the mask with diluters but not try to catch me a case
f*ck throwin' rocks when they blast at me (?) with the water hose knockin' the skin off they ass
The riot police kinda ratchet ... faggots when we retaliate on they ass
Snatch off the helmets and take the damn weapons then tase this b*tch just right in his f*ckin' neck
(?) deck, beat him in chest with his damn billy club, bloody his vest
Make these tricks call the damn National Guard when I run in this b*tch actin' like a retard
Militian hard, savage they yard, pushin' they blocks, street camouflage!

[Verse 2: Seer the Reaper]
Brutal sh*t, bloody ass murder was the charge
Cause I entered the garage with a runnin' chainsaw
Then the police came and saw I was layed out sprawled
Smokin' a junt, f*ck tha law, I didn't even care at all
Now I'm in a prison cell, doin' a bid, I don't give a sh*t
Throwin' chairs, startin' fires, runnin' with da Infamous
Hood Klan in this b*tch, take you to a deep abyss
Shank a motherf*cker ten times, pure convict
That was in my past life, but I remember so vividly
Like yesterday it was happening
Climb up the tower then f*ck up the officer
Take tha damn rifle and put it right to his face
Surely we will escape, open the prison gates
I don't cooperate, f*ck tha police
What the f*ck they really gonna do when I'm free?
When tha homies come together in tha floor they gonna be
[Interlude]

[Verse 3: B-Tite]
Let's start a motherf*ckin' riot in this b*tch
I'mma beat the damn cop with his own f*ckin' night stick
His partner runs up, he gon' get f*ckin' hit
With a blast from my nine, I be shootin' from the hip
Motherf*cking run with the Lord Infamous
We got plenty guns with a bunch of full clips
Rollin' with Seer The Reaper down With the f*ckin' sickness
Highspeed chasin', bustin' out shots at the motherf*ckin' cops
And put my hands on I'm squeezin' f*cking Glocks
Hang out the side to let the f*ckin' movies
... bible ... f*ckin' newbie
I ain't f*ckin' down to let the cops screw me
Beat my ass (?) is how they do me
Swervin' 'round these bike trips
They so ain't down for f*ckin' sh*t
If it cops that's on the roll
Seer gonna hit 'em with this weapon
Make 'em do some front flips
Violence fills my f*ckin' rage
I'm caught up in this damn depression
Dustin' off my twelve gauge
Since we had a f*ckin' recession
Thousand people seriously injured
Fourty hundred people killed
Droppin' off these stankin' bodies
Leave 'em rotting in some landfills