Warning

[Hook]

This is your mother fucking warning
(sound the alarm, time to sound the alarm) (x4)

[Verse]

Yo
When you hear the shot in the air (bung)
You not prepared for the severe shock to your eardrum
I'm made of what fear's from, speak divine feeding on feeble minds
Residing where the shot from the flare gun come from
Mark the targets, I'm not a marksman I'm an artist
Serving these heads on a platter from the latest harvest
Display the darkest appetite for the faint of heart
It's all the more reason to keep breathing head down and play your part kid
You only strong as your weakest link
That chain around your neck is looking kind of sus(pect), but you claim your cypher complete
Shit I'm just trying to eat, famous last words
Ain't no excuse for what you produce you're soon to be deceased
Doomed to consume this feast, to keep the balance proper
I do what I was born to do regardless of your offer
The spitters verse the coughers, you just regurgitate
You'll see me at your wake putting the final nail up in the coffin

[Hook]

This is your mother fucking warning
(sound the alarm, time to sound the alarm) (x4)