Army of Bastardz

[Verse 1: Planetary]
Non-believers can go and sit with the dimes and divas
I’m throwing bombs on the bleachers two bare bombs on the heaters
Pharaohs dominate always
-conquer-(?) common place weigh me if you wanna I'ma wander out in outer space I’m more war like
Nothin make me more hype
Than a booth with more mics
So I spit that raw type
I’m a demon I’m bleedin but see my vision clear
Gang member, remember official pistol, yeah

[Verse 2: Esoteric]
The Mastadon
-Blastin off-(?) like catapults and atom bombs
A marathon of metaphors
I battle pawns in deadly wars
-And apart-(?) their heads I tore
Tell em plead the fifth
Actin holy only -kings-(?) in here like Jesus is -rich-(?)
P.S. I spit a gem like Jeremy Renner
Put a moththerfucka like you in the therapy center
I machete motherfuckers if an enemy enter
This is AOTP dawg you are for dinner

[Verse 3: Doap Nixon]
Yo, Its the visionary get your mind read
Leave your mind dead
When I swing the fuckin metal like he blind yes
Its no contest this is not a carnival
This is -hardest shit-(?) audible
I leave a part of you detached from the artery
It started through the heart of you
Its full of sugar and kool-aid particles, pardon you
My name in articles
For a flow so watery it comes with barnacles
I’ll tarnish you little varmint you

[Verse 4: Jus Allah]
I am timeless
I’m indefiant of scientists
I don't live with licenses or Hyacinth’s
I’m not right for Christ or Zionists
I’m survivalist
I don’t have sight reliance’s or fine appliances
More like bad habits and advocates of savageness
Irrational activist
Sacrilegious practices
Never stats and batting averages
More bandages and damages
Long way from Kansas or philanthropists

[Verse 5: King Magnetic]
I’m loosley affiliated and usually really hated
From boozin to Buddha bacon
And choosin who mutilated
Truth debated, inebriated they actin wild
I got a bigger buzz puffin on a black and mild
I’m interactive with packin without movin a mattress
Tuck with no tuxedo
Suitable actions, shooters with passion
Maneuver the chronic strand
Army shootin harmony callin in Symphonik Bang!

[Verse 6: Crypt the Warchild]
We on another level all we do is spit heavy
Holding the fifth steady
We dangerous and deadly
All y'all do is misfire, y'all niggas is miss guided
I’m liftin the clip higher
Only out to spit fire
Y'all pray to Messiah’s
Funny niggas Rich Prior
My team we get liver, don’t get ya lip wired
Meteorite shower hope you got an umbrella
Cerebellum swell is too hot, you better tell ‘em