Suicide Bomber

[Intro: Tha Misfit]
You wanna talk shit?! You know what? Every country's in fucking trouble! You talking about anybody in here and I promise you I'm gonna blow your fucking ass up! You motherfuckers run your mouth! Well guess what, niggas! You done pissed me off for the last fucking time!
(Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two)

[Verse 1: Tha Misfit]
You stepped on my land, it's a holy war
With bombs on my back, it's a metaphor
With lyrics so sick that your head explodes
Get ready for me niggas as I unload
Prepare for The Lab, it's the suicide mission
With bombs on my back just blowing competiton
I murder you niggas, you can't even see me
Lyrically, mentally, physically, reality
It's over motherfucker! It's over!
You asked for it now, prepare for death
As I embark like Jesus on a lyrical conquest
But no one here is gonna save you
With bombs on my chest all you'll hear is (Boom!)
Nobody's safe, you're my suicide family
Sort out Roka's grenades and I pulled out his rings
You'll make a mistake if you mention my name
Prepare for your people to get murdered and slain
Murder your family, I'll ruin your life
I blow up your kids and I blow up your wife
Nobody's safe 'cause I hate everyone
I don't need guns, got a truck full of bombs
Prepare for the slaughter, the blood's on my hands
You blame it on The Lab for creating who I am
But mention my fam and your ass is dead
You can't talk shit with a bullet in your head

[Interlude 1: Tha Misfit]
People of the world! I'm gonna give you one and I mean one fair fucking warning! You talk about my fam, The Suicide Lab! Roka, Nutkase, Omadeus and I promise you, your bitch ass is dead! I mean dead! You little bitch, dead!

[Verse 2: Tha Misfit]
You fucked up now as I assemble my army
That consist of killers who act like me
Get down on your knees and you pray to your god
Three seconds left before you'll meet Allah
No one is safe, don't you understand me
As my next plot is to destroy Miami
Let that bitch just sink to the floor
Create my own island on a [blood-soaked dead horse?]
Bow to me now before you suffer my wrath
Feel the heat from my verbal blast
Hope for the best but expect the worst
As I create my country's flag in the shape of a hearse
This is Suicide Lab! We run this shit you little bitch!
You do what I say or you suffer the consequences
Threatened America and every other continent
Don't give a fuck about religious beliefs
You talk about my fams and I knock out your teeth
The bombs are set but the world ain't ready
To bow to this psycho who uses machetes
As my army is set for the final invasion
The world is mine for the motherfucking taking
Highly regarded but never respected
Answer my demands or you'll live to regret it
My finger's on the bomb and don't ignore me
The world will talk one day of my story
Push the button and it's instant glory
Too late now, your ass is sorry

[Outro: Tha Misfit]
People, please. I'm not a violent person. I mean, I'm not a violent person. Just because I got bombs strapped to my chest and three AK-47s, one on my back and two in my hands and the bombs are C4 explosives. Grade fucking plastic. If you people just would listen to me one fucking time! Maybe one fucking time! You motherfuckers would always understand that I'm gonna run this fucking place! Don't have to worry about who's here! Worry I'm here! Worry that I'm gonna fucking kill you! This is always gonna be my place! This is Suicide Lab! Always, Suicide!