[Truth Iscariot]

We roll, like a pack of panzers, beating up you back up dancers
I got a question, fuck your answers, eat your body whole like cancer
Razor stanzas, sit back & relax while blast your ass with mana
More manic than frantic fickle hoes, kicking busted flows
I'm the illest though, killing most, got you dancing like a thriller ghost
Michael Jack, ripping those with verses that are grandiose
Without features or cameos, no leeching mcs to steal my dough
Thinking they'll explode, the bitch in you has been exposed
My bars brings scars to foes. Nigga, you don't even know....

We roll in endless droves, strapped for action
Destruction massive like Obama’s drones
On offense to defend home, haul off and slit throats
I've been been dope since olden days of smoking homegrown
With kinfolk. My Chevys tall my rims spoked
I overdose from weed smoke on Carolina back roads
Hotbox with mad dro, smooth like doo-wap and scat though
Hat match my Octobas @Jukon you fucking know
I stay above these cluckin hoes and shove my nuts in front of em
And bust my load. But I don't trust none of em
Though I might love some of em