Think for a second;
Drink to the record;
Cling to your weapon;
Sink to the beckoned roar.
You want anger?
C, mon; You want terror?
The ryhme slang, mic in palm, we lose never.

No more weakened knees,
No casualties,
No perfect fit,
C'mon SPIT!
Like some willow trees, we just hang that steez,
Like a saggin' tit,
C'mon SPIT!
You want anger?
C, mon; You want terror?
The ryhme slang, mic in palm, we lose never.

For the bloodshot eyes,
Silencing replies,
When the cumshot flies,
C'mon SPIT!
For the sweat and blood;
Sludging through the mud,
In the driest flood,
We bring terror.
For life's rusty vice,
For the laughs and cries,
For the sacrifice,
C'mon SPIT!

TERROR! C'MON SPIT...
IT OUT - GET INTO THE PIT!
TERROR! C'MON SPIT...
IT OUT! - SPIT!!!
TERROR! C'MON SPIT...
IT OUT - GET INTO THE PIT!
TERROR! C'MON SPIT...
IT OUT! - SPIT IT OUT!!!

Step back

Think, think, think...
Think for a minute;
Drink to the finish;
Cling 'til you're in it;
Sink just to win it; ugh;
You want anger?
C, mon; You want terror?
The ryhme slang, mic in palm, we lose never.

No more twisted tease;
Can't hang with deez...
Nuts too hot to freeze;
C'mon SPIT!
Rising in degrees;
The blood, tempt me please;
Like a swollen clit;
C'mon SPIT!
You want anger?
C, mon; You want terror?
The ryhme slang, mic in palm, we lose never.

For the bloodshot eyes,
Silencing replies,
When the cumshot flies,
C'mon SPIT!
For the sweat and blood;
Sludging through the mud,
In the driest flood,
We bring terror.
For life's rusty vice,
For the laughs and cries,
For the sacrifice,
C'mon SPIT!

TERROR! C'MON SPIT...
IT OUT - GET INTO THE PIT!
TERROR! C'MON SPIT...
IT OUT! - SPIT!!!
TERROR! C'MON SPIT...
IT OUT - GET INTO THE PIT!
TERROR! C'MON SPIT...
IT OUT! - SPIT IT OUT!!!

SPIT!!!
SPIT!!!

SPIT!
(wooo!)

TERROR! C'MON SPIT...
IT OUT - GET INTO THE PIT!
TERROR! C'MON SPIT...
IT OUT! - SPIT!!!
TERROR! C'MON SPIT...
IT OUT - GET INTO THE PIT!
TERROR! C'MON SPIT...
IT OUT! - SPIT IT OUT!!!