Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Underground Avengers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Hutto
Composer
Tim Carl Kalbfleisch
Composer
Nick Childs
Composer
James Garcia
Composer
Daniel Minton
Composer
Dustin Duey
Composer
Jonathon Hillhouse
Composer
Andrew Holiman
Composer
Coul Hill
Composer
Crystal Pierce
Composer
Christopher McDaniel
Composer
Max Young
Composer
Brandon Rose
Composer
Jacob Gamber
Composer
Chris Hudson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Summers
Producer
Lyrics
Yo, Buk!
What up, man?
What comes after an exit wound?
A scab
Big facts
Yo, Dirty!
What up?
How the hell do we follow up with a final posse track after Thanos?
Easy. We go back to where it all started. We take it back to the underground
Hannibal Lecter, cannibalistic
A sick motherfucker whose mind is twisted
Strange and deranged and I stay on my Lynch shit
51/50 'cause you know I'm sadistic
Mind frame! Stay on some sick shit
A crazy motherfucker and I might go ballistic
Haters white flaggin' when they see that I'm with the clique
It's Mobstyle, bitch, and I draw out the heater quick
Been runnin' these streets, Bumpy Johnson
A couple hundred round drums, Mickey Thompsons
Let 'em know that the boys from The Squad done slay
Any day when it comes to the gunplay
Got 'em locked up, loaded in my crosshair
I kill your mom or your kid, bitch, I don't care
When the boss calls a hit, I jelly yo shit
Molotov your crib and I'm out, player (I'm out, player)
I think you've got a problem
Runnin' your mouth from the sidelines, bitch
I think I can help you solve 'em
With a hole in your head that the doc can't stitch
Put you down ‘fore the one two three
Fuck with me and you're fuckin' with the King of the Ring
And everything else, it'll be history
But your downfall, it'll be no mystery (Nah!)
I'm unloadin' these clips like Deadpool
A lot of people talk shit but it's all cool
I go juvenate and then I'm back at eight
At your place and I'm actin' like a damn fool
With a mask on my face so you know
I'm gonna leave blood and chalk lines on the floor
Just wait and see, it ain't no make-believe
Knock knock, you gon' face The Mob at your doors
Uh uh!
I welcome y'all to the darkest depths, Ninth Circle, I'm an architect
Three sixes embedded in me, what you seen was the mark of death
Got little demons that'll saw your flesh off your skeleton
Compellin’ 'em to be devious on social medias, that’s where the devil lives
Writin' immaculate poetry that's insane (That's insane)
With the grimmest details 'cause grief sells but you ain't mastered pain
Half the frames in my snuff film footage, oh yes, by the OG, Reaper
You done fucked around and stepped in the hive of the beekeeper
Y'all know how I do, I'll do it real quick
Kill shit, disappear in the mist
Got no contemporaries or peers in this shit
I'm alone in my class, that's clear as the mix
Dog of war and my core is dirt
Better run along 'fore y'all get hurt
Ain't no one of y'all got the chops to stop me
Still tote with a stock 'til your organs burst
I be killin' verses when I'm bored at work
Fuck some self-important jerk
Actin' like they the shit and announcin' a tour
'Fore they even know they can afford it first
Droppin' bombs and confirmin' kills
It's Madd Maxxx, motherfucker, destroy and search
My stated mission always been infection
I ain't goin' nowhere 'til the poison works
With eight bars I'll turn stars to black holes ending all existence
Go Galactus with tactics to bring galaxies to submission
Channel my inner Apollyon as I accelerate chaos
And bring back when animals attack rap and rip they face off
Now just tell 'em The Metaphor Mammoth just landed
Transforming a writing utensil into a ballistic missile
When putting a hole through they planet
The regime always brings nothing but that universal damage
I pay homage to UGA then rip the scab away and vanish (Scab away and vanish)
Welcome to the crime scene, chop chop chop
You'll be gangrene in the stubs 'fore you ever see the cops
Put your blood in a bucket, got your torso like fuck it
Got a hard on flow and now you gon' have to suck it
This is scuzzbucket music, motherfucker, I'm a scumbag
Beat my dick, bust a nut, wipe it up with your durag
Bet you have a faggot raped with broken glass
Killa C is back like cum stains on your momma ass
Never really gave a fuck, if I died right now I'd be okay with it
So now that life became a game, I'm just gon' play with it
Rage in it, spray that fuckin' blood and make it rain in it
Talk that shit but lock your doors inside your house and stay in it
Ain't no savin' it, make you bleed then bathe in it
Cravin' it, always roll with beasts who got that hate in 'em (Hate in 'em)
Unforgivable acts can never be repented on
You dug yourself a hole and on that grave you get beheaded on
You ain't seen the phantom or ghost this man can evoke
Understand my approach cause panic to folk
Man, hold up you passive and broke
Advance as I trample and dance on your bones
Damn bro, all the cannabis smoke
In a rhyme notebook that make Canibus choke
Like hands on your throat, no ransom or note
Run up, turn an opp to a pack full of dope
That's magic, no rabbit in a hat, just a mask and a gat and a jacket
D. Mackin’, eat a sack like a quarterback, ho, if you think we lackin'
Run tracks when the cash up front, ain't ever no punk who ain't get it with the back end
It'll take a piggyback just to get at Mack and a 50-round mag to attract the assassin
Yeah! Okay, I'm sick with it
I can kill anybody on a verse, all I need is a quick minute
And this shit's finished
You can tell that I'm makin' dope by the way my wrist whippin'
Your favorite rapper's a bitch (bitch, bitch) and I got that bitch trippin'
I got six women on my dick tippin'
While he jerk chicken, it ain't worth livin'
Like that, it's a bad act, better snap back
When in fact, I be killin' rap and I get a stack
Never lack, when you comin' back
Motherfuckers don't know how to act
'Til I'm runnin' back, hit 'em with the click click pap
It's a fuckin' wrap, put your fuckin' body in the sack
Take a fuckin' nap, lookin' like Cactus Jack all wrapped in barbed wire
Should have never fucked with this mob style
Don't need a crock of your shit, can't you see that I run shit?
I got demons I admit, so I feel bad for anyone who want it
Listen, Saint went insane and he great with a pen so he snapped on a track and he sonnin' (And he sonnin')
While y'all tryin' to get with Hip-Hop in here I dumped off another bun in the oven
Now who the fuck want it? I gotta keep ‘em from goin' hungry
Motherfucker walk with a chip on his shoulder but I keep the French oni’ (I keep the French oni’)
I'm representin' Bio-Killaz, Mission : Infect
While I'm kickin' rhymes your bitch givin' neck
One man's trash is another man's daughter
Oh, you know that I meant it with disrespect
Hey! I go monumentally mental on instrumentals
If you don't know me, check the credentials, bitch
Hey, it's Hellhouse, bitch, for better or for worse
And you don't care which, you can't dismiss
I'm not a bad guy, bitch, I'm a villain (I'm a villain)
This infectious, gon' need the penicillin (The penicillin)
No alibi, I stay killin' (Killin')
But when it comes to givin' in, I'm unwillin' (Unwillin')
I got that hoodie mask combo
All black in the back of your condo
Legz wrath return, now you have to burn
Save your last of words, there's no convo (No!)
I ain't hearin' it, in all seriousness it appears that this weariness
You're experiencin' has got my veins on flames like experiments (Haha!)
You're peerin' into my soul so appreciate it, it's dark, depraved
Like the final day of Sharon Tate
So when I cut your face and lick the blade, it's just the basics (Huh!)
They exorcised the demon in me just to try to save it
So save the day 'cause in its wake, I'ma make you face it
I'ma fuckin' K-I-L-L (yeah!), ain't no motherfucker wanna get in my way
Any minute I'ma start it up and go and press play
Letting loose on motherfuckers who wanna be brave (Rah!)
Everybody 'bout to die or be slaves
When the world ends a lot of y'all are gonna be graves
Be slain and all my clothes are about to be stained
That's a bold strategy, Cotton, let’s see if it pays
Do you want the drama? (No) You ain't want the drama
Better press pause like you saw a comma (Like you saw a comma)
'Bout to shut this bitch down like The Unabomber
I'm a motherfucker (why?), watch me fuck your momma
Do you wanna die? In a freezer, food for Dahmer (Uh huh)
Ain't no honor, the truth might be a bummer
Hotter than a sauna, enter Black Summer
Revenge is my mantra, pay 'em back like Dumb and Dumber
.44 reloaded, hieroglyphics been decoded
Sword of Omens to the throat and sacrifice a ho to Odin
Ragnarök, it is approaching so they saying this the endgame
A Lord creatin' holy ghosts while takin' my name in vain
So I go through the membrane with surgical precision
This assembled coalition, may I please have your attention?
Flip the script and turn the switch, explode this bitch and end existence
Watch them Underground Avengers ridin' off into the distance (Off into the distance)
Written by: Andrew Holiman, Brandon Rose, Chris Hudson, Christopher McDaniel, Coul Hill, Crystal Pierce, Daniel Minton, David Hutto, Dustin Duey, Jacob Gamber, James Garcia, Jonathon Hillhouse, Max Young, Nick Childs, Tim Carl Kalbfleisch
