WARSONG

[Intro: Yung Skayda] Bo- bo- boxcutters [Chorus: Karm The Tool] RACKS ON THE WAY I GOT PACKS, GOTTA WEIGH RACKS ON THE WAY I GOT THRAX ON THE WAY RACKS ON THE WAY I GOT BAGS, BY THE WAY I’LL FUCK UP THIS WHOLE DAMN PIT WHEN I SWING FIST LIKE MMA RACKS- on- the- way- I- got- packs- gotta- weigh- RACKS- on- the- way- I- got- thrax- on- the- way?- RACKS on- the- way- I- got- bags- by- the- way- I- got- packs- packs- I got- I got Thrax!- by- the- way- [Verse 1: Karm The Tool] Why you in my wallet Just know I keep my bands up Stunting since I walked in See them throw their hands up Shit finna get violent I should put my rings on before I hit this mosh pit They should play this theme song When I roll with the posse Yeah this is my war song Don't know what to call it Just know when I’m fucking That the chain stays on Know your shawty want me Dirty little faucet You gonna need some oxygen I’ll put your ass in orbit (shut the fuck up) Nigga that’s an order Ain’t no wait no hold up Your ma ain’t raise no soldier And now that boy a doner Leave his body empty Led his lamb to the slaughter Undеrground horror Blakk Metal marauder And I took your shorty Thought my dick was a recordеr (RACKS) We was at the crib Introduced her to the water She gonna need a doctor No she gonna need a lawyer [Chorus: Karm The Tool] RACKS ON THE WAY I GOT PACKS, GOTTA WEIGH RACKS ON THE WAY I GOT THRAX ON THE WAY RACKS ON THE WAY I GOT BAGS, BY THE WAY I’LL FUCK UP THIS WHOLE DAMN PIT WHEN I SWING FIST LIKE MMA RACKS- on- the- way- I- got- packs- gotta- weigh- RACKS- on- the- way- I- got- thrax- on- the- way?- RACKS on- the- way- I- got- bags- by- the- way- I- got- packs- packs- I got- I got Thrax!- by- the- way- [Verse 2: Yung Skayda] I switch whole personalities, I’m Hannah Montana She gon’ suck on it until I shoot, just like a camera She gon’ shake it on me till I pop, just like a Fanta Black diamonds White diamonds on me like a panda A hundred bands can turn a housewife into a dancer A hundred bands on your head would turn me into a danger For that bread, boy, I’ll become your best friend, boy Before I put three into your back like you was a stranger S-s-s-sniper sight hit you with the aim- of a eagle K- k-knock ‘em out, where did he go- with that ego? The residents inside of this bitch seem to be evil Light them up with the beam ray, it makes me feel like Frieza I- i-iron to your head but I ain’t curling your hair Beat cold, it’s gonna make me hibernate like a bear (RACKS) Shit old, man I’m fed up with the talking beware Have his ass battered up and in need of repairs-airs-airs-airs- [Chorus: Karm The Tool] R- R-R-RACKS ON THE WAY I GOT PACKS, GOTTA WEIGH RACKS ON THE WAY I GOT THRAX ON THE WAY RACKS ON THE WAY I GOT BAGS, BY THE WAY I’LL FUCK UP THIS WHOLE DAMN PIT WHEN I SWING FIST LIKE MMA RACKS- on- the- way- I- got- packs- gotta- weigh- RACKS- on- the- way- I- got- thrax- on- the- way?- RACKS on- the- way- I- got- bags- by- the- way- I- got- packs- packs- I got- I got Thrax!- by- the- way-