Lyrics Prototype - 6th$ithLord

Run it back
Swing that blade
Smoke a sack
Where you lay
Take a piss
On yo grave
I want fire
I want rage

Masked up
With a loaded clip
Sawed off
Shotty that'll
Make yo ass flip
Smoking on purp
Got me high than a bitch
Backwoods rolled
I ain't passing shit

Prototype you can call me Kawaki
Kill at night, nobody gone stop me
Nick at night while your girlfriend top me
Aim down sights, three sixty so sloppy

Vintage like genesis
Consciousness raising it
Unsheathe my blade
Meet yo neck
With the severance
These bitches reverent
Pimping so elegant
Yung SithLord
Master all the elements

Battle meditation
Unleash all my hatred
Curb stomp a punk bitch
Smash yo fuckin face in

Four, four, four
When I hit the scene
War, war, war
Rip out ya spleen
Dead men talk
Don't back up a thing
Pussies want more
Tore up the scene

Knights of the Ren
Ima slice up yo friend
My minds a weapon
Let the darkness in
Enlightened mage
Sacrifice you today
I'm out my mind
Wipe existence
With rage