Fire Squad (feat. Apathy, Wildcard & Johnny Slash)

Johnny Slash

Apathy, J Pun, Johnny Slash

Wolf pack leader blow your bull crap speaker

Slap a full sack of reefer out your palm when I greet ya

Supreme disrespecter, vertebrae disc disconnector

This record vicious inventor

Never sweat bitches, start a business in December

My heart is ice-cold, a psycho that dismembers

Bodies in the trunk, in the basement, buried beneath the pavement

At the baseball field before they played it

Then they'll excavate it, and blame it on some Satanists

Top five, dead or alive, like Jadakiss

I never trust nobody, people are traitorous

Hang up this line right now, the feds is tracin' this

I pull your tracheas out of the front of your face if you're facin' us

I shoot long range, I'm real dangerous

J Pun got guns, I got the hockey mask

Tell Johnny Slash to bring a bunch of them body bags

They hearing me spit explicit, must be the dirty version

A terrorist on beats, these bars ought to rock a turban

My microphone skills sharp as scalpels of a surgeon

You a fish outta water, we some motherfuckin' mermen

Speak the sermon, one thing's certain, we better than the best

I bless the track with raps, so in the booth I cross my chest

Kick snare bitch, I live there, you a motherfuckin' guest

On the topic of hip hop shit, I am very much obsessed

Your rap career's a big flop, the crowd can hear a pin drop

Faker than a film prop, I'ma swing, no, ain't a bitch swap

My verses clean as mint Glocks, you rap like rusty flintlocks

Can Find me at the hilltop with more paper than a print shop

Me, Ap', 'Card, and Slash came to burn this bitch down

Settin' fires in big cities down to rural hick towns

Got groupies in abundance, hit more chicks than Chris Brown

This track went triple platinum before the mix down (yeah)

Won't listen, and miss these lessons, I'm twisted like Smith and Wessons

It's bliss when my stiff erection goes between her lip injections

I'm gifted but get depression, I'll get with this chick, it's hectic

And I'm runnin' through her like I'm tryin' to teach her hips a lesson

Bullets from the clip's ejected, I'm in cyphers, embarrassin'

Marks and titans and characters, death and silence was carryin'

Racially, I'm mixed with Spanish, and I'm Irish American

Though I'm violent as terrorists high on nitrous and heroin

Can I change? The thoughts are racin', an insane psychotic patient

Plus the brains of operation, get some brains in copulation

Bitch, I'm killin' competition dead, I'll see you at the crossroads

Back when 'Bo was buzzin' like a game of Operation

I was changin', obso' faces ain't no wiser words reckoned

I'll give it to you, purest form like the Heisenberg method

I was rusty with my rhymes, but it's like ridin' a bike

You test me, you gon' feel the strap, like you ridin' a dyke, Wildcard

J Pun got guns, I got the hockey mask

Me, Ap', 'Card, and Slash came to burn this bitch down

Killin' competition dead, I'll see you at the crossroads

Tell Johnny Slash to bring a bunch of them body bags