[Verse 1: Freddie Dredd]
Got this feelin' in my chest, now come on, baby, go and guess
Damn, this feeling is so blessed, I wonder who gon' get the test
Mighty fight you put up, but there's nothing stopping me
As I whip the blade out, slowly pressed it to your guts, you weak
"Please, stop hurting me", the last thing that you could've said
Grippin' tighter on your neck, I think this bitch is almost dead
No remorse for no one, you're a moron if you think you're wrongin' me
It is best if you don't test the F-R-E-Double D-I-E
Tryna catch your breath as you grabbin' for your phone
Who you think you gonna dial? You can get no help, you know
This is the end, you are not my fuckin' friеnd
You are just another pawn, I'ma come and kill again

[Verse 2: Apoc Krysis]
ATL my city, bitch
Tricky with thе sentences
Down to go the distance just to end all your existences
Its Apoc, game a lot
Give it up or get shot
Love the gun sounds
Like a motherfuckin' waka flock (FUCK)
We ain't gucci, we ain't good
Carpet bombs inside your hood
Pulse droppin', cop it cuz
And can't you hear the slam of wood?
Fuck you hoes, fuck you punks
Take the mic and shove it up
You ain't got the fuckin' nuts
You ain't got the guts to bust
Trashman and Freddie Dredd
All of us will leave you dead
Big hole inside your head
Place the hits, we got the bread
Shrapnel tearin' you to shreds
You ain't safe, dominance
Copying its consequence
Breakin' down your confidence