Текст песни P 'N' B - FMA + 12 Gage

I twitch 'n' I jerk until the words work
I curse in cursive 'n' I spit on Wordsworth
It's oh-so-precious it's worthless, my purpose is to avert the furtive
Shower you with hurt 'n' curses
Better call the nurses, fire up the hearses
The clouds above burst but I can't quench this thirst
I'm slurrin' on dirt and chewin' my way through a verse
I'm bringin' doom
I b-boom-boom shake the room
I'm the rotten prince, the Bennett menace, spittin' out fumes
And I'm back
I'm a viper, still a fighter till the day I die
When will you realize that there's no stopping me
Move back, (BACK) Caz 'n' Matt attack
Jekyll, my Hyde's made of iron, pushin' plates like Platos
More war than Mars and Kratos, your rhymes prosthetic like Kate Moss
Each individual digit got ink dripping from it
Bit a blade in a fit of rage
Days since a pen hasn't been picked up

Tickedy-tick-tick-tock
Time is tickin' off the clock
Seconds are slippin' 'n' I can't make them - stop
All I see are ink blots and dots
Watchin' the skies drop, I begin to concoct and rot, no holdin' off
Poppin', droppin', rockin' on top, lyricist non stop
To a beat box leave an MC fearin' the beast - what
No-one can stop me when the beat drops
Here to hurt the hypocrites of hip hop
And sock it to Socrates

Call me - Haz-Matt, blast, cos now the hazard is back
Better pass my gas mask, think fast, I'm about to attack
They call me 12 Gage, make way, barricade, decay
Let the words marinade, rewind back and replay
Whether you like it or not, the future cannot stopped
More than a sequel, no-one equal, people step back 'n' watch
Too many hits but I'm still up, fightin' like Foley
For he's like forty Voorhees, 12 Gage, the one and only
Today I'm dirty but tomorrow I'll be dirt
Today I'm writin' verses but tomorrow you'll be hurt
I'll be cuttin' out and carvin' out your carcass from the world
The way we work words, it's the best and it's the worst
Cos Matt must be stopped, no matter the cost
I've lost everything now I can do anything
Callum's callous, infatuated with foulness
My pen is my outlet, shoutin' it from the mountains
You better never doubt this, but
You better run cos here we come
Cos we'll be rippin' it, spittin' it, tearin' it
We'll be bringing in the wicked
Diabolical, it's the alcoholic 'n' the chronic liar-liar pants on fire
Settin' fire to funeral pyres, my desire's that you call me sire
My mind's mired - the type that you can only admire
I will never tire, rippin' it up
Never expire, never give up
With the only skill that I have ever acquired
Oh, here we go, 'til the roof blows off, explode
FMA 'n' 12 Gage, spittin' out a new flow
We're rippin' sickenin' tracks, we're bringin' back what you lack
We're crashin' 'n' blastin' back, makin' the con-crete crack
Limit's are diminishin', the sinister sinner is in again
Punishin' 'n' pinnin' 'em in, I'm less than a human but I'm more than a man
You better mourn for this land
Because the war-born are walkin' through this war-torn land

Tickedy-tick-tick-tock
Time is tickin' off the clock
Seconds are slippin' 'n' I can't make them - stop
All I see are ink blots and dots
Watchin' the skies drop, I begin to concoct and rot, no holdin' off
Poppin', droppin', rockin' on top, lyricist non stop
To a beat box leave an MC fearin' the beast - what
No-one can stop me when the beat drops
Here to hurt the hypocrites of hip hop
And sock it to Socrates

We're bringin' in the wicked
FMA + 12 Gage, make way
You've settled on the next level
We're already on the next game
From the front to the back
From the front to the runt of the pack
Move back
We're bringin' in the wicked