[Hook x2: Demetrius] (Kenny)
God damn, god damn I'm glad y'all set it off
Funk Volume is better off dead and gone
I'ma laugh when your head is off
Funk Volume is hella soft, hella soft
(Wait, nikka just wait, nikka just wait)
You wanna battle for half a mill?
(Wait, nikka just wait, my nikkas ain't ate)
We'll battle you for half a meal
[Verse 1]
(Kenny)
It's all on site soon as they put this song on sites
Put your tombstones on sites
(Dice)
nikka hold on tight to your life cause you don't want dice to hit you, get stole on twice
(Julius)
Get stole on thrice, this a lyrical soul on ice
Slice you with a
Eldridge cleaver, there's no more nice guy
(Demetrius)
Call this Christian rock cause we gon' stone Christ
Wait a minute, who the fukk got a nikka like me started
We make the streets dark, we retarded
And we starving and these artists are starting to look like a fukking feast, fukk a peace offering
Unless I offer you the peace, I caught him in his sleep
See y'all in some deep shyt like sodomy, y'all don't wanna see this side of me
We turnt up but y'all volume is weak
We can battle off the top of the head or I can just start chopping your head
As your freestyle leaks out coming out the top of your head
I'ma dig off in your pocket for bread
It's no defense for the sick sinister piliger from here to any peninsula
I'ma finna penciling your doom, enter the room like nikkas shouldn't have mentioned us
Then I'ma switch it up, it's Mr. Killer calligrapher
[Verse 2: Kenny)
nikka what? They know that we don't give a fukk
In a second we'll make the second coming of "Hit 'Em Up"
Then light 'em up like a room when the switch is up
Listen up, where my Swisher at? I feel better once I lit it up
Is these nikkas joking? maybe I should be smoking what these nikkas smoking
I breathe in the moment then make sure you nikkas can't breathe in a moment
You won't be able to stop it nikka, I promise you will die
You may want to watch it like your job is to supervise
Tryna spar with my silly ass similes and syllables are certainly similar to suicide
We the nikkas you should put in your top ten
If you want to battle instead, let's get it poppin'
We'll kill anybody that hip-hop sends
We'll murder anybody, it don't matter who hops in
[Verse 3: Dice]
I'm the Rakim & Biggie type
Not impressed with the type of shyt dizzy write
I'm the type to be all up in a nikka's grandma's basement
I'ma finna fukk Jarren Benton's wife
Hold up, you couldn't fukk with a picture of me
Your girl fukks with a picture of me in her head
While you in the bed listening to me
You a dead nikka the minute you mentioning me
Crazy nikka, baby Hitler
Skills feel like a Mercedes hit you
You been smashing them black Eminem's rappers but we the real shady nikkas
fukk soft rappers, I said it already
Reminds me of the shyt I said about Fetty
Your home is where I'm finna be headed nikka
I'm finna behead a nikka, I got a machete in my Chevy
[Verse 4: Julius)
My murder melodies steadily, leaving each and every one of you pathetic competitors redder than spaghetti
This long beach, I'm a cold beast
You motherfukkers end up in the belly of a Yeti
This ain't no Drake or no Meek type of shyt
This is some "Takover," "Ether" type shyt
Now make no mistake, we been patiently waiting to beef with a clique
Now these gay nikkas making statements on Sway, yeah he gave them the bait
This ain't beef, this is fish let the eating commence
I rep three letters, C.O.B. shyt
nikka these letters mean cease and desist
[Hook: Demetrius] (Kenny)
God damn, god damn I'm glad y'all set it off
Funk Volume is better off dead and gone
I'ma laugh when your head is off
Funk Volume is hella soft, hella soft
(Wait, nikka just wait, nikka just wait)
You wanna battle for just half a mill?
(Wait, nikka just wait, my nikkas ain't ate)
We'll battle you for half a meal
[Outro: Demetrius)
Couldn't fukk with some nikkas like us if you wanted to
What you wanna do? nikka any one of you
nikkas you could get it, just admit it, you should come anew
What you wanna do? any one of you nikkas
[Sway]
You motherfukking wack ass rappers (talk your shyt Sway)
I hate you
I hate you for thinking you could rap
You're polluting the game (dirty drawers)
Fix your mouth (rotten mouth)
Fix your lyrics by getting rid of them (hahaha)
Wack rappers, your time is coming to an end (yeah)
Horseshoe Gang, Horseshoe Gang, Horseshoe Gang