Wundagore

[Intro]
Yeah

Wundagore
Ready wit smoke
For your fronting corps
I don't got time for the chit chat
I'm shooting big caps at y'all tryna spawn a corpse
Niggas be talking all hard
But I swear that noone prepared for my art of war

Yeah

Yeah Yeah

Look

[Hook]
I'm at the-
Wundagore
Ready wit smoke
For your fronting corps
I don't got time for the chit chat
I'm shooting big caps at y'all tryna spawn a corpse
Niggas be talking all hard
But I swear that noone prepared for my art of war
The top spot is mine
Bitch I want it more
Fuck wit me wrong
You departed for it

[Verse]
Feel like a god of war, shed a tear(Tyr)
And I'm Aries and Kratos incarcerate
Athena, these niggas dеbating the hardest
But I'm tryna see how to make it thе farthest
First of young prophets to see the degree
Of the wisdoms Iolo was leaving uncharted
I want the W, I just do it like Nike
The victory's mine with potential unharnessed
Wake leaving carnage
Cause venom from snakes of my past killed the grass
Leaving desolate scenes
Mess wit the team
I got 3 deadly factions that riot
You left hearing agony screams
I'm phaged with a hunger
That scorns the great rabbit
Bitch, me and the crew eat like ravenous beasts
Clear out the toxins, I'm wailing on feats
Cause when I outflow 'em, they whales on a beach
You failing to eat
Cause you failing to practice what you preach
Say you want the vibes, moves say fuck the peace
Hoes get mad when I wanna up the peace
Now it's fuck you niggas when I up the piece
All my fucks deceased
Run the ones wit me
I was born the nicest
Bitch who sonning me?
Think y'all rivals
But there ain't one for me
Cause not a single one
Close to touching me
Bitch I'm him
Show you what hell is
Like my name $crim
Fuck wit the gang
Then shit get grim
If I don't like you
I'm finna price you 14-fold like I need stim
Feelin' like Madara
I'm finna slaughter ya
Bitch I'm offin' ya off of a whim
My pockets corpulent
Yo pockets slim
Ask me where I been-

[Hook]
I'm at the-
Wundagore
Ready wit smoke
For your fronting corps
I don't got time for the chit chat
I'm shooting big caps at y'all tryna spawn a corpse
Niggas be talking all hard
But I swear that noone prepared for my art of war
Top spot is mine
Bitch I want it more
Fuck wit me wrong
You departed for it
(2X)

I'm at the-
Wundagore