Killarmy, Killarmy

Iron clad soldiers

On the way to the battlefields, yo

Killarmy, Killarmy

Yeah, yo

This is Doomsday for MCs with hollow skills

Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills

And fake ass rides that they don't even drive

Hip-hop's war and only strong emcees will survive

This is Doomsday for MCs with hollow skills

Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills

And fake ass rides that they don't even drive

Hip-hop's war and only strong MCs will survive

Half-dead platoon leader awoken by enemy heaters

Juggernaut on the block, blast shots at all retreaters

Why teach it to the utmost unified, fuck coasts

Conquered galaxies leaving a band of ruthless cutthroats

Brains explode, bloody spatters on the road

My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul

Heart's cold, blast shots through your nose hole, I'm hostile

The slugs ricochet through your nostrils, strike your tonsils

Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid

Smash hits that open you like bullets with glass tips

Killgrave, the black sea serpent who swallows ships

My fists become Glocks and my knuckles hollow tips

Part the dirt and raise dead soldiers with a curse

Bury thieves with no headstones so they give back to the Earth

Still shining, I'm the Sun, wars increase by the ton

Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, chop out your lungs (Yo, yo)

This is Doomsday for MCs with hollow skills

Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills

And fake ass rides that they don't even drive

Hip-hop's war and only strong MCs will survive

This is Doomsday for MCs with hollow skills

Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills

And fake ass rides that they don't even drive (Yo, check it out, yo)

Hip-hop's war and only strong MCs will survive

We may bomb this but seem harmless, check the calmest

My palm hits like a closed fist, break your jaw with this

You crab ass try to think fast, you best to slow down

All six got trey pounds, it's 36 rounds

Of pristine, unheard, unseen, the A-Team

Murdock, B.A. Barac', Face, the Red Beam

Street hop, excite bike, took all my smokescreen

Sped fast, five hundred crabs have fled the crime scene

Out of state, switch the plates, cannon ball run, dunn

Sped fast, rub on the gas, here come the blast

On their ninja bike, Kawasaki-type Suzuki prototype

Sure we still got height, then I made a right

Hit the brake, threw a head fake, last the clutch, I'm out of state

Full speed ahead, never look back, always escape

This is Doomsday for MCs with hollow skills

Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills

And fake ass rides that they don't even drive

Hip-hop's war and only strong MCs will survive

This is Doomsday for MCs with hollow skills

Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills

And fake ass rides that they don't even drive

Hip-hop's war and only strong MCs will survive (Yo, yo)

Laid in the dark war trench, covered in mud strong corpse stench

Monkey wrench, adjusting my mic, fatigues drenched

From soldiers insides, scriptures hidden up in my archives

Dodge and throw knives, hand-to-hand combat taking lives

Many lost, many took it with force, some linger

With the disease bomb infection known as the bee stinger

It's Doomsday you rap singers, Mockingbirds marking my words

This shit is war up in the Terrorist arena

This is Doomsday for MCs with hollow skills

Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills

And fake ass rides that they don't even drive

Hip-hop's war and only strong MCs will survive

This is Doomsday