BRING THE PAYNE

Lyrics

[Verse 1 - RJ Payne] Sick and disgusting, lets quit the discussion See, I don't rap, I tap dance on the beat and I rip through percussion This type of shit ain't your typical substance I light the bomb, I don't even write songs, this mental production I feel like Rocky just crippled the Russian Bitch, I'm the sniper, the burner The pied piper she whistle destruction Pistol concussions, issues is nothing Test me, ya death'll be an NFT, this digital hustlin' Who number one? Ain't no difficult judgement Bar fest, bitch, we the gods in the flesh, this a biblical covenant Shit is repugnant, sickеr than ever Lift the Bеretta like I'm fighting a zombie Will Smith in the leather Bitch, I look like Money Mitch tryna whip a Carrera Killin' all these niggas in this era, now witness the terror Shit it then dead it, I got business to do Been in the zoo, feelin' like the newest member of Wu It's Payne [Verse 2 - Method Man] See, my agenda like Enter the Ninja End a pretender, hit ya with the 31st by the end of December The coldest winter, my sisters soldiers, don't go against us Trust any member will snap on rappers that don't avenge us I burn contenders, they garbage baby, you heard of Brenda My note to self is, "return to sender", if words offend ya? I'm guessing you tender, y'all just guessing on Tinder One swipe left 'em dismembered, they ain't effing remembered (ahhh) F 'em, they dinner, this here is food for your thoughts If this a food court, some of y'all eating soup with a fork See, y'all married to money but going through a divorce Pay the cost and nab the RICO, that go for you and your boss It's Wu and RJ Payne, these bars are 'caine I suit up the six-shooter (whoo), Lebron got game Who us? The next who up, we all spit flames With a cannon, you'd think that Wild 'n Out's my new nickname I bring the payne [Verse 3 - RJ Payne] I definitely do Effin' with me, who? I refurbished the old shotty, shit is technically new Meth is with me, too Fully loaded, Deck with 52 I recollect the days when "Protect Ya Neck" would get me through Metamorphosis, now we do business in better offices Time'll tell, two kinds of shells: a set of tortoises Cook your spaghetti, I'll put a bullet in every orifice Horror flick, open your face up like it's a quarter brick Water whip? No, this the shit that they cross the border with More than lit, I'm cultured, I'm on some Tommy Lasorda shit Caught a lick, I'm built like a cinder block when they pour the mix Sorta sick, this type of talent made Michael Jordan rich Still a factor, I kill a rapper, my illest chapter Kriss Kross, don't make me rock my chinchilla backwards Lex Luthor, I'm better than every villain after Feel the rapture, say a prayer 'fore I kill a pastor Payne [Verse 4 - Inspectah Deck] Shotty on the lap riding passenger Battlestar Gallactica I got ya back, Payne, like sciatica Blast master INS, blood diamond from Africa How I take it there Mcfly the flux capacitor Gladiators fell in my path Felt the wrath when I dealt the blast Now they shittin' twelve and a halfs Melons get smashed Considered witchcraft from the spell that I cast Welcome to hell, let me help with your bags Went from tappin' ratchet chicks to bagging actresses Savage since the back of 1-6-ooh Flippin' on pissy mattresses The blacksmith; rock your chemsuit, 'cause this is hazardous The way we snatch bodies they callin' us human traffickers 730 wordplay, verbal display Shatter vertebrae on my worst day That's the survey Murder verse crazy like Sam on nervous Thursday Just another workday they Cirque Du Soleil Clowns