Start A War

Lyrics

[Intro: Bizarre] LARS, Last American Pressure, pressure Pressure, hahaha, pressure nigga Apply pressure [Verse 1: Bizarre] Out the gate, I cock and aim Point him out, shoot him out, say his name It's LARS, bitch, I got bars, bitch Don't start shit or get your car flipped Peel head, known as the Nightstalker Leave him dead, two to his head, white walker We deep, we geeked, I got a lot of niggas Retreat [?] the handicapped stickers Herpes, I gave it to your mother And guess what? She gave it to Usher I'm so nasty, I'm so grimy With these weirdo niggas behind me [Verse 2: King Gordy] The sickest you know, demented duo I'll rip your new clothes, spit at your new hoe You'll get your crew smoked Your wrist was too slow to grip your tool So you're hit with two more Begin to lose your vision, you're too cold Listen to who knows, getting this two-tone New Benz and [???] might chill with [?] You live in tombstones, remember, two horns was up on my head [Son?] even said I was born from the dead Son of the one that was kicked out of Heaven Now in Hell I be dwelling, you can tell that I am Lucifer in the flesh I'm here to start a holy war Forgive me God, I wanted more Of your attention but you wouldn't listen The sickness had got me in horrorcore [Chorus: King Gordy] I say I'm about to light this bitch up We'll let this motherfucker burn down We got 100 rounds in the trunk Come outside, we gon gun your ass down I'm here to start a war, I'm here to start a war I'm here to start a war Come outside, we gon gun your ass down I'm here to start a war, I'm here to start a war I'm here to start a war Come outside, we gon gun your ass down [Verse 3: G-Mo Skee] Ay, nigga stay indoors when I'm waging wars Shotgun leave your face deformed I'm a sick fuck I'm finna make a porn With a asian whore with Agent Orange Now bust it open if you want this dollar Cannibal, I had lunch with Dahmer Run bitch, when my gun spit It might touch kids like Afrika Bambaataa Chainsaw, I'm finna rev it up Cut you open, dissect your guts Make a snuff film, I'm Wes Craven Bitch niggas get director's cuts Spit a verse then I self-destruct Bring the whole Earth to Hell with us Leave niggas murked when they hit the dirt I celebrate and do the pelvic thrust Blasting these MAGA Bible thumpers I'm a hitman so find some cover Blow some tear gas inside your bunker Now your bitch ass gon die a buster G-Mo Skee is a giant monster Eat shit to satisfy his hunger Your bitch finna get her vagina ruptured Face-down, ass-up behind a dumpster [Verse 4: Trizz] The first rule in the Art of War: Be prepared to lose if you start a war Keep it moving if the beef is raw And I'm eating through it like a carnivore I'm outside in the dark Four With the Dark Lord and Bizarre, whore Blowing loud out the car door StartING shit, make alarms roar If niggas is tripping I'm bringing the funk We know where you living so we in the front Nervous as fuck so I'm hitting this blunt Don't be giving a fuck, I be hitting em up On the left of the map I be giving it up Party with gangstas and living it up Show me some rappers, I'm ripping em up If niggas get buried who digging em up? Aye, cause we came to start a war So tell em to guard the door And ring the alarm, cause we coming armed Them niggas been scarred before We came to get more guap If the door locked then we don't knock Kick in, give em dome shots Take a whole lot from they dope spot nigga [Verse 5: Twista] What could be a more relentless act of war than me going kamikaze into the enemy's area to murder Kill us all in the immediate vicinity, that be the remedy Bet you if I don't kill em I'ma hurt em No controlling him when I'm ripping the flow apart Come out the Rollie and start swinging, I'm showing heart Style is unholy and pivotal like I'm Joan of Arc Call me Napoleon when I'm ripping his bone apart Break your nose like the Sphinx, come at me it ain't even what you think I'll bloody up a nigga mink, make you expose the part that's pink Then leave your corpse to stink, then I'll sit back and have a drink Stacking bodies cause they ain't running the thang I'm like Dracula, backing em up when they look at the fangs In the back of the Acura I'll get you lit with the flame And I'll come at your clique until I hit the jugular vein I'ma kill everybody and tell em to get the car Death is a hobby the way I'ma spit them bars Get all of y'all to fall so call me LARS How I get down with the style that's this bizarre Round after round of artillery until it's dark I'll be turning the battlefield into a graveyard I am a brave heart bitch, call me Nas Making you pray hard, shit, call me God The omnipotent, I'm on some different shit And I be making you wonder how could a murder just be so magnificent Got you listening, the track I'm ripping it And when it comes to the stick, I'm shooting every time I slip a clip in it Better yet, a blade for the horrorcore What the fuck you wishing for tomorrow for? Call me Sun Tzu, it's the Art of War (Twista!) I'm about to start a war