Claas
Claas
Claas & Demi Demaree
Claas
Claas & Donnie Menace & Kung Fu Vampire
Claas & Ed Money 2.0
Claas & Potluck
Claas
Claas &
Claas
Claas & Wrekonize
Claas
Claas & Snypa Da Prophet & Big Slack
Claas & Lex The Hex Master & Sicnoizednice
Claas & Tapewerm
Claas
Claas
Claas & SCUM (USA) & Insane Poetry & Smallz One & Hex Rated & Damien Quinn & RazoR (USA)
[Verse 1: Claas]
Yeah!
I'ma go and smash these heads through a fucking wall
Pause! Through a fucking wall
Always the storm, ain't no need for the fucking calm
Drop these bitches to the earth like a fucking bomb
Here we is now, it's 2016
In need of blitzkrieg, rappers are chicks, so bitch please
Put 'em in the trunk and then drive off into the ocean
Then jump out of the ride and watch 'em go in the deep sea
Ha! Crybabies on they Facebooks
And you know who I mean by the way that they face looks
Fuckboys getting panties all in a bunch
I-I-I'ma go bully niggas, I'm taking their fucking lunch
Talkin' death, and don't even know how the dark looks
(Dark looks)
And I got friends in low places, nigga, Garth Brooks
Ha! So miss me with that bullshit
Open up your mouth so I can fill it with this full clip
[Chorus: Claas]
Yeah! You hear it now, that's the sound of war
Fuck talk, I'ma bring it to your fucking door
Ha! You're a dead man
Dead man, you're a motherfucking dead man
You hear it now, that's the sound of war
Fuck talk, I'ma bring it to your fucking door
Ha! You're a dead man
Dead man, you're a motherfucking dead man
[Verse 2: Claas]
Guess who, I'm in your home with the ghillie suit
You talk shit but your dome isn't Semi proof
So when that Semi shoots, you know what the Semi do
Leave they face smoking Motörhead like that Lemmy dude
Y'all ain't ready for this shit like you went and swallowed laxatives, can feel it coming and I hear it is
Give 'em pain, make it merciless
Knife to the thigh, I hear 'em scream but I don't even know what mercy is
When I fire on 'em, they ain't ever ducking that
New Era head snaps back like a fucking hat
Get 'em fitted for a casket
Saw-blade from the crotch to the mouth, yeah, I'm that sick
Everybody in the way, yeah, I smash shit
Trash is what these bastards become, make these fags quit
It's the Red Dawn and I'm a Wolverine
And I'm about to blow they damn squad straight to smithereens
[Chorus: Claas]
Yeah! You hear it now, that's the sound of war
Fuck talk, I'ma bring it to your fucking door
Ha! You're a dead man
Dead man, you're a motherfucking dead man
You hear it now, that's the sound of war
Fuck talk, I'ma bring it to your fucking door
Ha! You're a dead man
Dead man, you're a motherfucking dead man
[Outro: Claas]
Yeah! Haha!
LSP is in the building!
Yo! You know what it is right now!
All you niggas writing on Facebook are dead men!
I don't give a fuck who you are!
I don't give a fuck what you do!
I don't give a fuck what your name is, how you rap, where you at, where you live!
I don't care about none of that!
I still the truth, I'm still a fad!
I was doing this when your daddy was jacking you off!
Yeah! It's fuck me, fuck you! That goes to all y'all niggas!
Claas! Never forget the name! Bitch!
Deadman was written by Claas.
Deadman was produced by Team Green.