Coast - Thermopylae (The Hot Gates) lyrics

[Grim] If we stand up and fight you mothaf**ers are done I got a Rambo knife, I'll put it up in your lung I'm really fed up with religion, feel like punching a nun What is worse, that or a priest f**ing your son You co*ks**ers should run or I'll show you cowards pain Get your back broke like Batman in a bout with Bane Come and see me if you doubt my claim But I'm not going down easy like a turd in the shower drain [Tabs] Rage pouring out of my skin pores cuz I want to end y'all These f**ing f*ggots who wear their sungla**es indoors I spit raw and live for my next target So when it's war I quick draw like sketched artists To be dead honest, y'all newbies were born groupies So shut the f** up like muting a p**n movie I leave the planet drenched when I manifest the storm through me Predetermined murder spree courtesy of yours truly [Tones] I'm that negative vibe that punch you dead in your eye Jab your bud, f** pa** the dutch left hand side I'll destroy your squad, they fall into the landslide You a p**y, a rookie on call like standby Writing a diss for this, same session spit your last rhyme Dead your corpse, taking heads for sport, it's the pastimes Straight from the underground like a landmine On the craft his body ga**ed after I break this f*g's spine [Elz Sinatra] Sinatra from the underworld, came to show my demons love Appetite for the holy, I'll eat a f**ing priest for lunch Tear your skin off to roll my blunts but I don't need a dutch Rip the wings off an angel beat him with the bleeding nubs Pa** me a bottle, I don't need a cup I'll use your skull as a goblet to drink my whiskey, I got an evil buzz Elz a veteran of execution, head of the revolution A f**ing peddler of retribution [Matt Maddox] We take the gloves off and we scrap it out like hockey fights Catch a bat to the mouth without the Ozzy bite War together like the Hoplites Y'all type get smashed, like car crash at a stop light Rock mics, turn the temperature up They screaming Dead Rabbits, they don't mention you f**s No competitors, y'all are dead against us Eight bars from the squad, take your head in a rush [Jay-Sin] Ain't a man I ever seen that can match this cat's energy Pretend to be, get stomped out with more feet than a centipede John Lennon was a pacifist, preaching let it be Well Sin a pacifist and dogs that don't match my pedigree You better be exactly what you said to be a vet emcee Yo medically the proper term I'm told for you is dead to me Eventually you showed that you ain't half what you attempt to be No sympathy from me, no you be leaving me with empathy [Cliff Clavin] I bring the drama like it's Sodom and Gomorrah Bringing horrors to these rappers when I son um like they father I work the trade and I ain't talking 'bout a barter Mic sk**s is k**er, more precise than an archer Lyrical anomaly, peep the cadence This beat banging, it's all about arrangement Cliff Clavin put it on a level And stay above your head on tracks like train trestles [Foul Mouf] Too much on my mind so I let my conscience fly Listen to Napoleon's Complex with acid drops inside my eyes Blazing rituals, I stay with tremendous amazing visuals Occasion criminal, you love to hate this crazed individual You f**ing with Dead Rabbits, you end up a dead f*ggot Chasing p**y like Fred Savage watching your head get blasted Then I'm out blaow, going down south spitting the wild style Knock you out with a roundhouse prescribed by Dr. Foul Mouf [Godilla] It's the mix muddy waters with malt liquor Awkward motions planned lock synchronize swimmers The second I entered dismember pretenders and defenders Rhymes resemble ancient glyphs in ?? letters I took what's mine in captivity, I grasp energy Attack enemies, rap nowadays lack masculinity Integrity so I shoot like the Gat that blasted Kennedy It's a rap, now you cats are memory [Angel Tha Soloist] Lyrically I'll murder you, has it ever occurred to you Dammit the Dead Rabbits would do it for free, perfect too Wrap you up in ???, cover you with dirt and rocks And strangle you with shirts and socks, dismantle you and make you watch I got you Grim the reaper he will put you in a sleeper Beat you to a bloody pulp like Mr. Manson want to stab him Medics gonna jab him while iller gets his gorilla on k**ers wanna k** us til it's only music, f** your ?? [Coal Cash] My hubris isn't dubious, went off the top like Mount Vesuvius Studious accolade but I'm afraid it's not salubrious The nucleus of my brigade made a third stage tornado And your brains blow up and expand the land somewhere over the rainbow Word to flame throwing your clan, you should've ran and got your burner Watch your face turn to sh**, I'll slap a b**h like Ike Turner Turn a profit when I pop sh** on some next level obnoxious Til your knot split on the street under the feet of a metal moshpit [Coast] I'm a slime bucket, nevermind f** it You guys s**, I k** sh**, I'm the prime suspect Fat animal but Philly looking slim now Y'all get trimmed down like you working in a gym clown When the pauper spit, got a clique of cop k**ers Proper sh**, drop a kid with choppers if he got feelings I don't give a single sh**, stack um up like Pringles did And knock these f**ers out, I'll f**ing town up the living b**h [Stryke] Yo I hear a wack rapper babble in the booth Then I'ma smash the gla** grab um and drag his a** through (come here) Let him know on the spot (yeah) to some it's all we got And so the more you get involved then you f**ing up our shot Aight one time, grab your crew form a straight row I'll knock um all out, there's the mothaf**ing punchline I'm confined on the island with a bunch of cats And everybody rap but the problem is they s** at it [Menace The Assa**in] Beware the Dead Rabbits, and this is Menace the Assa**in b**h And I spit more than a virgin preserving abstinence And I spit raw with a worthy turbulent acumen When I spit dawg, you get murdered dirty ?? Yeah cuz the Assa**in got the recipe To sever your melons with swords like I perform discectomies Regretfully if knowing you step to me retrospectively Until I rest in peace it's Dead Rabbits til the d**h of me