Under The Blood

Intro:
Yo!!!!
Warlord in the house
Taking out all enemies and rivals,
Clearing out all the mess!!!!!
What happened to those fools and cartoons?
It's Warlord, the five-star general,
With the war tunes,
Cross, well, listen to me now!!!!!!!

Verse 1:
None of them are tough, they just act
They never seen the Glock, I'm a killer, I don't hold back
When the Mac 90 pops, don’t bother calling the dock
Kartel raises the Calico, the wig and the frack
Rat patrol gets rat trapped, cops are all handicapped
Yeah! I crack bare skulls, somebody's on the track
Warlord doesn’t leave the K, since I lent the girl the Glock
So rifle shots are gonna hang, they’re like an almanac
In black, I bust the Mac, my purple matches the ride, it stops
And when it claps, your ankle drops, so if you're around, your feet go pop
They come to yap, the ride goes to a stop
Leave them gaping, yo

Chorus:
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy

Verse 2:
Pass me the Calico, let me rise down the jects
They’re acting like thugs, but I see they’re feds
Bullets gonna pluck them like before they lay their eggs
You’re not ready for that war, go hold some rasta meds
When the 12 K drops in, kicks like dye, it’s red
Lama through the fence, kick down to the feds
Your skin tears like a mess and copper touches your flesh, yo, yo

Chorus:
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy

Verse 1:
None of them are tough, they just act
They never seen the Glock, I'm a killer, I don't hold back
When the Mac 90 pops, don’t bother calling the dock
Kartel raises the Calico, the wig and the frack
Rat patrol gets rat trapped, cops are all handicapped
Yeah! I crack bare skulls, somebody's on the track
Warlord doesn’t leave the K, since I lent the girl the Glock
So rifle shots are gonna hang, they’re like an almanac
In black, I bust the Mac, my purple matches the ride, it stops
And when it claps, your ankle drops, so if you're around, your feet go pop
They come to yap, the ride goes to a stop
Leave them gaping, yo

Chorus:
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy

Verse 2:
Pass me the Calico, let me rise down the jects
They’re acting like thugs, but I see they’re feds
Bullets gonna pluck them like before they lay their eggs
You’re not ready for that war, go hold some rasta meds
When the 12 K drops in, kicks like dye, it’s red
Lama through the fence, kick down to the feds
Your skin tears like a mess and copper touches your flesh, yo, yo

Chorus:
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy
The gun I bust is for nobody to bag
I’ll pull you like a strain and we’ll mag you with the mag
Your body baptized under the blood like Gotti Gotti
I’ll murder them, my son Addi, they’re not ready for your daddy