AUTHORS OF PAIN

Lyrics

Tactical gear, looking like I'm bout to go war with cops Samoan drops, Neighbors Hear the ruckus for blocks Piledriver, shatter your insides Suspend you from an incline with some zip ties And beat you with whatever I can find Pay off any fine You swore I Froze time, when you feel these clotheslines Yeah Me and my brother heavy gunners Make you roll like the Rock whenever he catch a Stunner We In ya face and we ain't coming off the top rope You rappers are not dope You might be Beyond hope The winner is…. they calling my name The rawest up in the game, the authors of pain We don't wanna maintain the order We just came to slaughter We don't want the titles the fame and fortune We are the authors of pain and torture Once Again We don't wanna maintain the order We just came to slaughter We don't want the titles the fame and fortune We are the authors of pain and torture We make other rappers retire here They flee the ring from the ski masks and riot gear This primal fear, we the new era's pioneers Dangerous like trying to take food out a lion's beard Me and Ran run the gauntlet for conflict My accomplice, power bomb send em to God quick We taking straps off these newcomers Been on top for two summers, your crew suffer We the brutes in black boots ready for wartime These new top teams get crushed like pork rinds Tell paul bearer we ready to fill coffins When it come to bringing pain, we the authors We don't wanna maintain the order We just came to slaughter We don't want the titles the fame and fortune We are the authors of pain and torture