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-