Wasteland

[Verse: Novatore & OutcastGawd Lord EL]
You motherfuckers know I came to play
Rookie status tooken, lookin' seasoned and I aim to stay
I'm a gargantuan, ass whoopings I'll hand you 'em
I'm snuffin' snakes, servin' cakes, runnin' from duckin' jakes
Accept my place up in this rat race? It won't happen
I ain't in a race but still I'll lap you lookin' back laughin'
Stick to backstabbin', snitchin' on your own factions
Bitch, I ain't a rat, I'm more like Arnold in The Last Action
Homie, we massive dragons, fire spitters
Keep plenty of heat but ain't nothin' to hide killers
We rhyme sicker than these cats on top of the game
Still ain't eatin' off rap, fucker, come up off of that chain
Practice Annukian magic, we toe to the taggin'
And lower your casket while we coked up and laughin'
These old dudes is has-beens, make room for the new cats
Know we're stayin' on next, we takin' over boom bap
There's no debatin' or hesitation, we crowned the kings
I prayed to Satan to save me when I was downin' drinks
And never let him say you ain't allowed to think
That's when they got control 'cause thoughts and action, they've been found to link
Streams of thoughts turned into a pound of ink
Heads up in the cloud but now I found you drownin' in a sink
Halfway into Heaven, they won't let you in
But Hell awaits your suffering forever 'cause your death's a sin
And y'all get raised hatin', play that funky stylin' shit
But we don't see no colors, my brother, y'all fuckers counterfeit
We really been through the trenches, still in the hood, player
One foot up in the studio, one foot up in a ghoul lair
Still down to shoot a fair one, come and catch a fade
But we can take it to the gas, you can get slashed with a blade
Keep the mask and the gloves and a .38
No merciful fate, murderous snakes surgical with the gauge
You bitch!