[Verse 1: Quadeca]
Okay, everybody tryna get a piece off of my f*ckin' pie
I'm the sauce, why they leaving me off to the f*ckin' side?
Why you want the smoke?
You obviously gonna die
This sh*t a walk in the park but I'm not gonna let it slide
Okay
I forgot your name I think I'm suffering from old age
All these rappers are acting in this sh*t they doing role plays, all day
Choosing how I'm eating like Chipoltle
Put my moves on that b*tch and then she acting like Ole
Back to the matter at hand
I'm hearing my name like its a chatter at hand
I been getting hits like I'm the batter at stand
Moving like I'm Drake in it Back to Back man
Everybody they wanna know
How I took it to the top with the rest so I hit a flow
And I'm really on to these b*tches
I think they not gonna listen
But I can promise I'm giving it till I'm hitting the door so you know
Clock winds down its ready to blow
Got your bags packed cause I think I'm ready to go
I got ahead of my friends
Since I got ahead of my foes
Yea I went rogue and I ain't no regular Joe
[Chorus: Crypt]
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are coming up
All you other b*tches get up under us
We the Four Horsemen here to f*ck you up
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are coming up
All you other b*tches get up under us
We the Four Horsemen here to f*ck you up
[Verse 2: Dax]
1 2 3 4 ya you know I’m bout to make this sh*t simple, 3 n*ggas on a song with a goat, and a random ass beat turn this mufuka to a hit single, I done made it out the gutter on my mother tarzaned in the jungle now I the got money stacked like a Pringle, so you better swipe right for the night have god in your life cuz I’m piping something off Christian mingle facts!
Who you know got a di*k make a b*tch do a splits like she doing gymnastics, I could make a whole kitty stretch like the warm-up prior to Nba team doing practice, I can turn a gay b*tch straight like you drawing wit a ruler in them geometrical type of a classes
I could make a
I could make a white lotta sh*t happen
[Chorus: Crypt]
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are coming up
All you other b*tches get up under us
We the Four Horsemen here to f*ck you up
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are coming up
All you other b*tches get up under us
We the Four Horsemen here to f*ck you up
[Verse 3: Scru]
b*tch Imma dragon
Played in parks that were Jurassic
When it got drastic
sh*t got tragic
Yeah they’ll split ya cabbage
See You got trashed
Because you Garbage
And all the Rapping
Got you ravished
You minor infractions
Since 21 my sh*t was savage
I told’em Issa Knife, then stab him
Ya toes Ima Tag’em
Ain’t talkin' roasts But ima drag him
Right to the wolves and let them have him
Fizza be swaggin'
You n*ggas jacking like Aladdin
Without a Genie I make magic
You slow lil bast*rd
You spoke bout Ratchets
Hope you have it
Or get to Ducking like A Mallord
This b*tch sing a ballad
I’m wilding
Punching while I’m battling
Like “Oh You mad Becuase one Styilin”
Oh you mad cuz I ain’t silent?
Just be glad that ain’t violent
[Chorus: Crypt]
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are coming up
All you other b*tches get up under us
We the Four Horsemen here to f*ck you up
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are coming up
All you other b*tches get up under us
We the Four Horsemen here to f*ck you up
[Verse 4: Crypt]
Time to go fishing
I'm on a mission
To bring in b*tches, with my disses
I got em trippin'
I'm in they mentions
They think that Crypt is
The one that's fibbin'
When I say that I'm on top of the game and one of the best in the business
I throw my lines out and I grab 'em with the hook
Reel them in and throw 'em on they own grills to be cooked
And I fillet em until they resemble their own look
I give 'em a 0 on the scales then I leave them shook
You don't wanna battle me matter fact it'd be kinda like a queen to a rook
You can only move in one direction but I take over everything that you wish you could
Throw me to the wolves and I'll return leading the pack
Blood slippin' out me teeth cause I ate them all as a snack
They got big barks but no heart they pussies like cats
And now I run that b*tch with the dead alpha male on my back
Everybody here can example skills that they have
And we'd put an end to these b*tches our here thinkin' that they can rap
We like a group of people walkin' into a chapel, NO CAP
Attackin' any bast*rd that's wack we gettin' in our bag so feel the wrath
Of the 4 horsemen a force that is for sure to be goreing sh*t
Leavin' corpses in an assortment of portions to send to the morgue and Crypt
And this a warning hit, the coroner reporting this
Crypt, Dax, Scru, and Quad committing murder recording this
[Chorus: Crypt]
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are coming up
All you other b*tches get up under us
We the Four Horsemen here to f*ck you up
You don't really wanna f*ck with us
We the next dudes who are coming up
All you other b*tches get up under us
We the Four Horsemen here to f*ck you up