Ride With Us

[Verse 1: XL]
Ayo, I target specifically the strong and officially
I bomb on 'em viciously, it's dark, full of misery
So take what you get or put a blade to your neck
Cut from the right to the left and suicide, or you next
I got a habit of mouthing off, stabbing, my brain is soft
Laughing at the pain I cause while you collapsing at the faintest thought
What about the rapping? Bitches, I make it happen
Unmerciful with my talent, personal and full of malice
Now break the competition, commensurate the next edition
With family in opposition who barely can stop and listen
Rarely can stop from dissing, nearly forgot the wisdom
Diddy, I try to envision ways I can triple the system
Stressing of recent issues, destined to be official
With flows that buckle your knees and compress your brain tissues
To put it bluntly, these labels front me
A little time and money, turn your favorite hard rapper to silly putty
When it come to this, I'm a sure bet for this
You missing this, heavy flow of blood when the tissue rip
Listening, while the record skip, I'm positioning
Mic in hand, steady my nerves, popping some ritalin

[Hook: Slaine] (x2)
What's up, bitch? You wanna ride- wanna ride with us?
You wanna get high? Come and get high with us
'Cause we can teach you how to go and fly on dust
So what's up? You wanna ride or do you wanna ride the bus?

[Verse 2: Slaine]
Yeah, I told the priest I had to loosen my tie
Looking up in Lucifer's eyes and shoot for the skies
I was never that smart too, just a stupider guy
With a gun cocked whenever intruders come by
I've been to Sun's orbit, now you up in Jupiter's sky
I am bloodying you all up and shooting this guy
You got a buddy to call up? This ugly alcoholic?
This druggie without a wallet, stalling, brawling? Yeah
I hear the fucking evil calling me
These people love R&B but there's movies X-Rated and are starring me
Crash a car in a tree
Don't tell me who the fuck could be as starving as me
I'm the fucking Ethiopian eating fallopian tubes
Getting you addicted quicker than Opioids do
Loco with booze, smoking you dudes
I will shatter that fucking glass fast and tell you how I broke all the rules
School's for suckers and faggots, you maggots can go to Hell
And read it on the page every time I tell the tale
This soldier's for real, I'm no knob, this is so obvious
My style is on some old robbery shit

[Hook: Slaine] (x2)
What's up, bitch? You wanna ride- wanna ride with us?
You wanna get high? Come and get high with us
'Cause we can teach you how to go and fly on dust
So what's up? You wanna ride or do you wanna ride the bus?

[Outro: XL]
XL and Slaine
On fire, motherfucker
What you know about that?
Get some, come on, step up and get some