[Intro:]
"Why don't you try sticking your head up your ass? See if it fits"

[Verse 1:]
Students to martyrs, shooters with llamas, Uzis with armor
Cruising through like the Unabomber, maneuver like the army
Does Hell await us or is this a living Hell on Earth?
But what if life’s another kind of test, prepare us for the worst
Swerve through the darkest trenches, learning God's perceptions
And detentions to grimy legends, plottin' vengeance from project benches
I’ve learned a lot of lessons, time will test us
Comrades ride against us over pride and jealousy, it's kind of senseless
I just grind relentless from an environment that's crime infested
Knowing my total potential to rise is endless
Higher than Everest making it look effortless
'Til the death of us, it's not the precipice but what the message is
I know the ledge like I know the edge of a cliff overlooking the rocky road arrival
Meet my holy disciples, just a couple killers that's also known to mostly trifle
Holding a rifle to your dome while quoting The Bible

[Interlude:]
"I've got everything I've got bennys, I’ve got black beauties I’ve got pink hearts, yellow jackets
Reds, blacks, speed , Acid, Parkinson Uh, Dex's, Valium Atherox, dragon eggs, Chinese ladies I’ve got everything, man, you name it, I've got it I've got a pen that'll make you throw up and don’t worry about it I've got a pen that'll make you throw up and die"

[Verse 2]
Raised in the slums, fallen angels with razors and guns
Briefcases of drugs, hatred and love, take it in blood
Lacing the blunt, we ultra magnetically raising it up
That purple rain, angel dust, the cocaine from the plug
Shooters with AKs take a bump, get what they want
Run up on you extended the pump 'til everything's done
Take everyone's head, end of the world, everyone's dead
They said we're doomed to die too and hell awaits us in the end
Maybe they right, maybe they wrong though, who are they to say?
They afraid, gave up on their dreams, we ain't the same
We the rarest breed there's nothing that we can't achieve
But in the meantime pass the weed
Word, listen to the beat
[Outro:]
"Your turn. I kill you!"