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)
[Intro: Claas]
Yeah! You know what time it is!
LSP! MNE! Claas! Lex! Yeah!
[Verse 1: Claas]
Yeah! I'm 'bout to make these motherfuckers go and run away
Pull it, that gun'll spray on any mumble rapper with skinny jeans, then they looking gay
Time to bring it back to the underground so I'm digging graves
Tupac Hail Mary blaze in my brain, shit, it's been engraved
Time to go and loosen by shootin' niggas and putting
Finishing fucking touches on anyone acting stupid
To anybody that's ruined and spewing shit
I'm chewing bits, cannibal while I'm doing this
Human meat like I knew I'd get
Hoping to go and pull and rip all they bodies to pieces (Yeah!)
Niggas can't even spit, I got venom to lеave 'em fetid (Yеah!)
Position that leave incisions in people, that is my vision
Mission and my decision behead 'em so they ain't livin'
That crimson running all over, they guts are showing exposed
But Clizzle's got middles throwin 'em up and killing these hoes
Knew when I got with Lex that that killer shit was a must
I'm still not giving a fuck while I fuck this industry up (Rah!)
[Chorus: Claas & Lex the Hex Master]
They thinkin' that it's a game
But we ain't saying no names, we're just screaming out "Fuck you niggas!"
It's obvi the game has changed
But underground's bringing flames so we're screaming out "Fuck you niggas!"
And we ain't got the time to teach these niggas to rhyme
So it's middles up, fuck you niggas
Fake rappers all on the stage and all of 'em looking gay
Now the crowd screaming "Fuck you niggas!" (Yo, Claas, I got something to say to these niggas! Let's do this shit!)
[Verse 2: Lex the Hex Master]
Screaming fuck 'em hard like a porno star
These marks ain't even worth my bars
Makin' faces burst apart, kicking lyrics to hurt your heart
Never have you ever heard better, the way I shred 'em
And pump lead in your head till your cranium start to spread
Eatin' flesh of the dead, sip vinegar with no bread
Sinister off my meds, even ministers couldn't bless
Best to dash when me and Claas is on your ass
Make it fast 'cause we breaking bad
Corny motherfuckers make me laugh (Uhh!)
I know you feel this gorilla kicking that killer
No fillers, just Godzilla, black on black cat peeler
No feelings, just dirty niggas stab haters with old syringes
While binging this fire shit that I'm bringing, Lex off the fucking hinges
[Chorus: Claas & Sicnoizednice]
They thinkin' that it's a game
But we ain't saying no names, we're just screaming out "Fuck you niggas!"
It's obvi the game has changed
But underground's bringing flames so we're screaming out "Fuck you niggas!"
And we ain't got the time to teach these niggas to rhyme
So it's middles up, fuck you niggas (Yeah)
Fake rappers all on the stage (hey guys) and all of 'em looking gay
Now the crowd screaming "Fuck you niggas!"
[Verse 3: Sicnoizednice]
Yeah! Fuck y'all
We don't need a ref, yo, that's a fair call (Yeah)
Leavin' all you rappers in the corner like a bread store
Sicnoize, straight from the asylum, I was born sick (Yeah)
Maverick with a Dallas star, smacking rappers with hockey sticks (Ha)
Do what thou wilt, we murder stages with no fear
Underground light for my city, I be that chandelier (Woo)
Circle saw leave 'em leakin', Gorefest colosseum
Crash dummy soldier boys training to get they ears bleed
TCH annihilate, snuff these rappers in the face
Mobbin' on 'em deep for that money, we put 'em in they place (Uh)
Makin' all these rappers disappear, well yo they abstract
Cheeks so fucking tight that they tuck they dick up they own ass
F.U.N. was written by Sicnoizednice & Lex The Hex Master & Claas.
F.U.N. was produced by .