[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
You done feel this wrath
It makes me laugh
How it's easy to snatch your cash with no mask
An evil demeanor
Levi jeans and flip flops
With a bloody wife beater, see me
In front of your house cheezing
Squeezing a pistol
In the other hand it's a pitchfork
I'll hit ya with accurate precision
That means I ain't missing
I specialize in splitting wigs from a far distance
Twenty years, I can spot a bitch n***a by listening
To his tone and rhythm, stop kiddin'
You ain't hitting nothing
I could interrupt your session
In the push of a button
While you up in the booth cussing and fronting
Your shit won't happen
While I'm grabbing a mag you reach for your pen and pad
N***a I ain't no bitch
I break the mic over your head while your engineer is screaming in high pitch

[Chorus: Danny Diablo]
Kill 'em dead
Kill 'em dead
Kill 'em dead
Kill 'em dead
Gunshot blast
Pay respect when you see the team
This taste of blood will be our offering
Time is money so put on your mask
Feel the wrath of the shotgun blast
[Verse 2: Diabolic]
After years of evolution moving inches
My DNA evolved to a superhuman sickness
Short circuit in my brain
A few computer glitches
Act a fool, snatching jewels and crucifixes
In the music business, eating some crumbs
Creeping the slums
Waiting for the reaper to come
Mix weed in my lungs with a liter of rum
And I'm possessed by a demon speaking in tongues
Unforgettable dope twice the medical dose
Got you feeling the beat like you're checking it's pulse
Expecting results, no federal notes
Hoes ripping off their clothes like The Incredible Hulk
So I'm letting the folks know I'm usually calm
Burning trees like Napalm through Vietnam
A short fuse wired to a nuclear bomb
Smacking prima donnas out their Louis Vuitton, it's on

[Chorus: Danny Diablo]
Kill 'em dead
Kill 'em dead
Kill 'em dead
Kill 'em dead
Gunshot blast
Pay respect when you see the team
This taste of blood will be our offering
Time is money so put on your mask
Feel the wrath of the shotgun blast
[Verse 3: Sean Strange]
Yo, hey yo your girl a fat dirty whore, I would never marry her (Nope!)
They never go to your door like a letter carrier
Break a barrier, my foot in the door
While you rappers smoking good weed that you couldn't afford
Ordinary born on a Friday night maybe what you've heard
Braggin' that you got a hit record only your crew heard
You can't find a fan that even know your name
Operate, shoot the gift and lift your brain up your shoulder blade
Made in America, I'm better when I move calmly
If you harm me, I come and vomit at your pool party
No tool on me, homie, read the rhyme
I got more views on one vid than your team combined
Sean Michael, the ideal type, you should have me in black
For the talent that I got, now I carry a track
Charge my battery pack, attack the game with the threat emotion
Prepare the potion, it's rare and potent

[Chorus: Danny Diablo]
Kill 'em dead
Kill 'em dead
Kill 'em dead
Kill 'em dead
Gunshot blast
Pay respect when you see the team
This taste of blood will be our offering
Time is money so put on your mask
Feel the wrath of the shotgun blast