Hells Fury

[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the Drama King
I don't think y'all ready for this shit right here
Hells Fury
Five of the hottest lyricists out here 'bout to set fire to your ass
Let's go

[Verse 1: Papoose]
Who nicer than Papoose? Is this even a convo?
Squeezin' the chromes though, leavin' a John Doe
Eatin' up y'all flows, we could even the odds though
Swingin' the sword slow, stick the knife deep in your heart, hoe
You leakin' in sorrow, like O.J., I speed in a Bronco
I'm breathin' in all smoke, we could fight, you weak and you soft, bro
Leavin' your jaw broke, speed of a Charlo, weavin' a combo
Cheap as your car note, got the keys to a condo
Don't mean you a boss though 'cause I hear you leasin' it all, hoe
Shoot like Ray Allen, Celtics back when he was with Rondo
Beatin' a charge though, represent features with Large Pro
You sick to your stomach like a dog weepin' with Parvo
Y'all some wussy rats, pussy cats, Heathcliff and Mongo
I never heard of you but when I unleash with this god flow
You gon' make the papers, extra, extra, read it tomorrow
Like The Color Purple, feels like I'm readin' a novel
So I ask, "Who are you?" like when Squeak was speakin' to Harpo
Handguns in the backseat, we let it bang
AK in the front like Akademiks' name
Peace to Biz Markie, one of the hardest to live
Came in this biz' and made his mark, you just a mark in this biz'
Peace king, undercover haters
And most of 'em only call you king when they want a favor
You a bird, I got the thing cocked
Wannabe Rick Ross niggas think they fly 'til they got they wings stopped

[Verse 2: Rah Digga]
My niggas let the hammer pop
I wield a sword like I'm Lancelot from Camelot, y'all niggas dance a lot
LV on the pants and frock
I'll make a show of catchin' internet trolls on these streets like Chris Hansen got
That boy pleadin' for his life, come get this camera shot
Tried to light his ass again, but the handle hot
Damn, shit still in the trunk, ain't get the chance to swap
Fuck it, put it back in the tuck outside the sandwich spot
It's like a bad sitcom you can't stand to watch
Got that boy good, too bad I was a fan of ock
Fuck it, bring it back to the rappin', already ran the block
Jersey shit, niggas don't care if that's your mans or not
He gon' get this work, we ain't comin' for no chit-chat
Hear that click-clack, better duck behind that shit shack
Dependin' on the time of the day, you might get bitch slapped
Or you could get sprayed like bitches pullin' they clit back
It's crazy in these streets, y'all playin' with the beats
I was born into this game, like I was K'Naan or Tariq
I'ma say it with my chest, my niggas say it with the heat
And you can't tell 'em shit with that ADHD
Medusa head all on my shades when I'm look-out
Somebody yellin', "Shots" like it's spades at the cookout
I'm like, "Goddamn, can't take these niggas nowhere"
So when you see me, peace Queen, it's no need to go there
Y'nahmean?

[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
Yeah, yeah, they murder you while they chant purge for me
With the scope on this burner, I could do ant surgery
Fall in order, we all in water, you can't merge with me
Verbally I will murder thee inadvertently, heard of me? Certainly
We major, you takin' soldier steps
She spent all your check and still ain't blow you yet
I give her COVID test, my pedigree is the letter G
And only competition I ever see is a better me, so let it be
You fuckin' with a psycho hyphen lypo knifin', rifle hikin'
That's why you feel like you fightin' a bunch of Michael Tysons
Fright you'll hear, the lightnin' strike
When I flow cypherin', I blow hydrants
Pyro sirens, gyro tyrants, I snap with no chiro license
You wanna travel, nigga? Try a morgue
You think I'm for the dialogue? Die a frog
Really that, I'm buckin' lead at your sacroiliac (Buck)
Til' you're fuckin' dead as a necrophiliac
I'm usually with the Milli-MAC
Defyin' gravity like I could pop a wheelie back
These niggas tryin' but I'm really that
These shots mandatory, we'll make sure he's fully vaxxed
Then make sure he's fully taxed, nigga

[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]
Man, what y'all thought?
Y'all thought this shit is over with?
Man, we ain't even start yet, man
This the true art form of lyricists, man
Bringin' this shit back 360 degrees
Let's go

[Verse 4: Royce da 5'9"]
These niggas blowin' smoke mad like glass dicks between a fiend's lips
We burnin' dope fast, I'll have your whole team green-lit
Pass your bruh head around the thread like a seamstress
They lookin' to be embraced by other kings, that's why they Queenzflip
Baggin' keys, Knicks shit, anything that'll get the clientele
To take my liberty back, have figures stack 'case there's a giant bail
I was baptized 'fore I was advertised and reformed
While these rappers die, I'm watchin' it happen live, Andy Cohen
We grew up on Mortal Kombat, we Sega babies
He say he play me, he A-B maybe, B-A, Baraka
The babysitter ladies would let me see they barracas
I'm a 80s babies, A-Team sprayin' these B.A. Baracus, huh
You too poor for war, you can't afford the morgue or a coma
You on promo tour, you on a Norbes phoner
Talkin' 'bout who the new Scarface
I go Brad Jordan on 'em before Corona
I put a hole in your son, that boy gonna need an organ donor
Smokin' on your disrespected dead pack stinkweed
Catch you durin' the Drink Champs, make all y'all niggas drink pee
To withstand the Fentanyl, the bricks tan, the bent keys
I did it all with quicksand, may charge you niggas sink fees
My Britain thing just adores the Geechi party
Y'all's be in D.R. where the Pauls and the Lyors be
The whole picture change when they start seein' these Ferraris
So when I pull back, it's like y'all just PTR'd me

[Verse 5: RJ Payne]
Look, I brought this mini-MAC, it stretches long as my arm sleeve
Clips so long, look like I'm launchin' a palm tree
Diss me on a song, you get stomped into concrete
This sound like Biggie Smalls ridin' through Compton with Mobb Deep
Leatherface has returned, hesitate and get burned
Murder your favorite rapper then defecate in his urn, bitch
I'm the bomb, my detonation confirmed
I'm blowin' up, this when Nas had to separate from The Firm
Woo! I'm winnin' regardless, bitch, my pen is retarded
A limitless artist, this is a mix of Venom and Carnage, nigga
I'm independent, don't gotta blend with the garbage
Niggas lost, I feel free as a MAC-10 in a forest
So fuck your top 10, I'm top 5 now
I got the juice, connect with me when your wi-fi down
Your gun big, so what? How a tripod sound?
Special effects, it look like somethin' that SyFy found
I got a gun so big it can't fit in the Uber
Fuck it, Royce is the gravedigger and my sister the shooter
It's a fact, Pap is the Terminator, dig the maneuver
Cory kinda like John Connor, boy, that kid is the future, uh
I blow through this chronic, I broke through the bondage
I'm DJ Vlad, whatever get shot, you know who behind it, nigga
This vocal bionics, I'm past supreme
Ask the fans, I'm half man, nigga, half machine
It's Payne

[Outro: DJ Kay Slay]
Man, y'all see what the fuck it is: Hells Fury
Kay Slay, Drama King in the motherfuckin' buildin'
RJ Payne, Papoose, Cory Gunz
Rah Digga, Royce da 5'9"
2022 shit, man
Step your bars up or get the fuck out the arena
This some real hip-hop
I'm tired of this bullshit goin' on out this motherfucker