WAR IN FRANCE

[Intro: XELISHURT]
You're Brandon
But since we're friends
I get to call you XELISHURT
Yuh, yuh

[Verse 1: XELISHURT]
It go 50 on the drum, when I raise the barrel up
I got two for his head, and his chest to pair 'em up
Why you talking all your shit? Man, I think I heard enough
Now you know it's wartime, wartime, wartime
Bodies on the floor time, floor time, floor time
Man, I've had it with this place, I'm paying bands for a bank
Niggas tryna fuckin' rob me, like a mothafuckin' lame
Now it's, fuck you, fuck ya mom, and your sister
Yuh, marching down your block, when my niggas like 'em— (Huh-ha-ha)

[Break: XELISHURT]
Now, I bet you all thought I was gonna say Hitler right there...
But I fucking didn't, 'cause that's kinda outta pocket, yeah, right?
But, it's still winding up, so it's time for fucking battle...
Get the fuckin' guns up, blades out, grenades out...
I wanna see it all, it's time to go, to fucking war!

[Verse 2: XELISHURT]
There's a battle on the earth like every fucking day
If I don't like you, tell you get the fuck up out my way (Yeah)
Wartime, wartime in this bitch, I need (Wartime, uh)
More time, more time, in this bitch, yet
Wartime, wartime in this bitch for the
Fourth time, fourth time, little bitch
Yeah, you see me slidin' up, I got two pistols in my hands (Yuh)
Bang, bang, bang, and I see them hit a dance
Yeah, these bullets hit you and you fuckin' practice, with your bands stackin'
Bands in the trance, I'ma go to France, and I'm (Yuh)
Payin' in the block, runnin' down my hands (Yuh)
Knock 'em off the fuckin' whores, till my land's up