Le Marchand De La Mort

[Intro: Eluzai, Jannah, Kid Travis & No Idols]

Eluzai: Well now, It's been a while since you've visited us

No Idols: Not like I had a choice last time, but I have something to do here, so--

Kid Travis: No, no, no, no, no, you're here to see my face...I knew you missed my face

No Idols: Yeah, no, that's not the reason

Jannah: Then..Why did you come back?

No Idols: To be perfectly honest with you...I have people to get rid of

Kid Travis: Well then, You have the floor, Kid

Eluzai, Jannah & Kid Travis: Show them where you stand

[Verse 1: No Idols]

Yeah, I know what you thinking and I don't give a fuck
APE is tighter than pedophilia butt fucks, telling you niggas what's what
I’ll grab the dirtiest verse from out of a dump truck
And chop your lips off just for thinking you can discuss us

Tell me, who the fuck said it would be fair?
This is the time to be aware or to beware
Don’t talk to me about your bitch, I do not care
I’ll make my woody buzz just to fuck her for a lightyear

Gone for a minute? What the fuck is you talking bout
I was on TBP, what you ain’t heard about that, nigga?
Flew to LA and back, nigga
Crowded by 795 wack niggas

Shit is getting personal, Don’t take it to the heart
Steve Irwin, Mothafucka, bringing Bindi to the dark side
Midwinter isolating rappers like Apartheid
Leave you stranded in a sandbox, Make a far cry

The way I picture you niggas, Holding a fucking crutch
I take the shot, zoom in and double tap, that’s a retouch
Don’t come to me, talking bout ease up
Aye, B, see me with the hands, I’ll leave you riding on Deez Nuts

Which one of you mothafuckers gonna stop me
I’m a nazi, that means gassing these niggas up is my hobby
Dragging them out the stu just to do away with your body
I ran into Kanye like a pole was in the lobby he slept in

I told him “G.O.O.D. Music was the fucking plan
But, it’s all a dream like the finale on Roseanne
APE has been the label, you should know that I’m the man
And I’m bout to fucking blow up with my pack of stans”

Get it? Pakistans? Snuck in like Contraband
Heard the beat, loved it, hit stop before your verse began
Sent your ass a message like Stop. That's a telegram
Boy, you already know you sweeter than some Marzipan

We are not the same, you're a lame as my coeval
I don't even look up to God, where's my cathedral
A test tube baby, no wonder you're fucking see through
I don't speak, I'll send my boys to kill you pussies, Cecil

Y'all niggas sit and watch Power and Empire
I'm in the cut building a powerful empire
I'm uninspired by rappers that'll expire
And swear that they taking shots when they're catching the backfire

And everything you spit is far from the truth
I heard you calling out for babe, but the last name Ruth
I'm in the zone, bitch, don't step in the booth
The way I'm killing these niggas, I think my last name Roof

[Interjection: Eluzai, Jannah, Kid Travis & No Idols]

Eluzai, Jannah & Kid Travis: Really? Was that actually necessary?

No Idols: Maybe...

[Verse 2: No Idols]

I found 15 bodies, all of them dead rappers
Snap at me and get ensnared like an Internet actor
I heard all your likes and plays came from an Internet hacker
But, your woman is a catch, I'll be in her net after

I swear I'm a bastard, here is the nominees for denominator
Kryciz and a band of his favorite haters
These niggas is full of stories, that’s the life of a narrator
Childish since you came up out that Wu Tang Generator

Really, I could give a fuck about your namesake
Try to muscle up and get cooked, That’s a clam bake
You were forged with the skill, bitch, you've always been a fake
It's only once a month when you niggas were ever menstruate

You touch my dinner plate, I’ll dump you by the interstate
And make your girl a trap queen if she’s 17 to 38
I been snapping like the sound from a new whip
I’ll snatch your lung out just to give it to my new chick

Like, "I know it’s not an ear, guessing I can’t fucking hear
But you need this organ more than all these other fucking queers
You can take one and rest of them, I’ll commandeer
Hang them like some chandeliers, keep them all as souvenirs.”

The bars was cute, but your flow is flawed
I’ve been clapping tracks for so long that the beat is a round of applause
Funny how Drizzy is the 6th God
Because I clorxed the other five out, Amanda Todd

[Outro: Eluzai, Jannah, Kid Travis & No Idols]

No Idols: I'm the enemies' ene--

Kid Travis: Alright, alright, you've said enough to make us fear you... Wake up

Eluzai: Wake up...

Jannah: Wake up...

Eluzai, Jannah & Kid Travis: Wake up...