Four Horsemen

[Intro: Quadeca]

Huh? Okay

[Verse 1: Quadeca]

Everybody tryna get a piece off of my fuckin' pie

I'm the sauce, why they leavin' me off to the fuckin' side?

Why you want the smoke? You obviously gonna die

This shit a walk in the park, but I'm not gonna let it slide

Okay, I forgot your name, I think I'm sufferin' from old age

All these rappers are actin' in this shit, they doing role plays, all day

Choosin' how I'm eatin', like Chipotle

Put my moves on that bitch, and then she lookin' like olé, huh?

Back to the matter at hand

I'm hearin' my name like it's a chatter at hand

I been gettin' hits like I'm the batter at stand

Movin' like I'm Drake and then they back-to-back, man

Everybody they wanna know

How I took it to the top with the rest, so I hit a flow

And I'm really on to these bitches, I think they not gonna listen

But I can promise I'm givin' it 'til I'm hittin' the door, so you know

Clock winds down, it's ready to blow

Got your bags packed, 'cause I think I'm ready to go

I got ahead of my friends since I got ahead of my foes

Yeah, I went rogue and I ain't no regular Joe

[Chorus: Crypt & Dax]

You don't really wanna fuck with us

We the next dudes who are comin' up

All you other bitches get up under us

So we the Four Horsemen, here to fuck you up

You don't really wanna fuck with us

We the next dudes who are comin' up

All you other bitches get up under us

So we the Four Horsemen here to fuck you up (It's Dax!)

[Verse 2: Dax]

One, two, three, four

Yeah, you know I'm 'bout to make this shit simple (Hahaha)

Three niggas on a song with a GOAT​ (C'mon)

And a random-ass beat, turn this motherfucker to a hit single (Hoo)

I done made it out the gutter, on my mother, Tarzan-ed in the jungle

Now, I got the money stacked, like a Pringle (Bow, bow)

So, you better swipe right for the night, have God in your life

'Cause I’m piping something off ChristianMingle, facts! (Amen!)

Who you know got a dick make a bitch

Do a flip like she doing gymnastics? ("Uh!")

I could make a whole kitty stretch like a warm up

Prior to NBA team doing practice ("Oh my God!")

I can turn a gay bitch straight, like you drawing wit' a ruler

In them geometrical type of a classes (Look at that!)

I could make a-

Let's just say I could make a lot of shit happen, my nigga (It's Dax!)

[Chorus: Crypt & Scru Face Jean]

You don't really wanna fuck with us

We the next dudes who are comin' up

All you other bitches get up under us

So we the Four Horsemen, here to fuck you up ([?])

You don't really wanna fuck with us (It's your boy Scru, y'all)

We the next dudes who are comin' up (I'm officially outta the woods)

All you other bitches get up under us (Who wanna fight right now?)

So we the Four Horsemen here to fuck you up (Aw man)

[Verse 3: Scru Face Jean]

Bitch, I'm a dragon, played in parks that were Jurassic ([?], uh)

When it got drastic, shit got tragic (Aw man)

Yeah, they'll split ya cabbage, see, you got trashed because you garbage

All that rappin' got you ravished (Do-do-do, do-do-do-do)

You minor infractions, since twenty-one, my shit was savage

I told 'em it's a knife, then stab him (Aw man)

Ya' toes, I'ma tag 'em, ain't talkin' roasts, but I'ma drag him

Right to the wolves, and let them have him (Aw man)

Fizza be swaggin', you niggas jackin' like Aladdin (Aw)

Without a genie, I make magic (Woo!)

You slow lil' bastard, you spoke 'bout Ratchets, hope you have it

Or get to duckin', like a mallard (Do-do-do, do-do-do-do)

This bitch sing a ballad, wildin', punchin' while I’m battlin'

Like, "Oh, you mad because I'm stylin'?" Huh? (Drrr!)

Oh, you mad 'cause I ain't silent? Huh? (Drrr!)

Just be glad that I ain't violent, facts (Aw man)

[Chorus: Crypt]

You don't really wanna fuck with us

We the next dudes who are comin' up

All you other bitches get up under us

So we the Four Horsemen, here to fuck you up

You don't really wanna fuck with us

We the next dudes who are comin' up

All you other bitches get up under us

So we the Four Horsemen here to fuck you up

[Verse 4: Crypt]

Time to go fishin', I'm on a mission to bring in bitches

With my disses, I got 'em trippin', I'm in they mentions

Think that Crypt is the one that's fibbin'

When I say that I'm on top of the game and one of the best in the business (Pow-pow-pow-pow!)

I throw my lines out and I grab 'em with the hook (Get hooked)

Reel them in and throw 'em on they own grills to be cooked (Get cooked)

And I fillet 'em until they resemble their own look

I give 'em a zero on the scales, then I leave them shook (Woo, hoo!)

You don't wanna battle me

Matter fact, it'd be kinda like a queen to a rook (Hoo, rook)

You can only move in one direction

But I take over everything that you wish you could (Hoo)

Throw me to the wolves, and I'll return leadin' the pack

Blood slippin' out my teeth, 'cause I ate them all as a snack

They got big barks, but no heart, they pussies, like cats

And now I run that bitch with the dead alpha male on my back (Hoo)

Everybody here can example skills that they have

And we'd put an end to these bitches out here thinkin' that they can rap

We like a group of people walkin' into a chapel, no cap

Attackin' any bastard that's wack, we gettin' in our bag, so feel the wrath (Hoo)

Of the Four Horsemen, a force that is for sure to be gorin' shit

Leavin' corpses in an assortment of portions to send to the morgue and Crypt

And this a warning hit, the coroner reportin' this

Crypt, Dax, Scru, and Quad committin' murder recordin' this

[Chorus: Crypt]

You don't really wanna fuck with us

We the next dudes who are comin' up

All you other bitches get up under us

So we the Four Horsemen, here to fuck you up

You don't really wanna fuck with us

We the next dudes who are comin' up

All you other bitches get up under us

So we the Four Horsemen here to fuck you up