[Verse 1: Pakyed]
Right now i'm that kid, with 5 rupees
Soon i'll be that kid, with 5 groupies
Assumin' that sh** did not suit me
In the future then i'll be a bit more aggressive whenever I say (Allahu Akbar)
I'm wicked as f**, and my duty is to obliterate trucks
And call ever human that isn't Musalman an illiterate f**
Eliminate Jews, till they a concentrated like minute maid juice
Discriminate views that aren't the same as our religion does use
Allahu Akbar
We are simply the warriors of Allah and Quran
Alot of katanas, cut up the non believers
So praise the Muhammad you f**in Yahoodies
[Verse 2: MC Krok]
The sun set down and the streets all dry
So you know I gotta get them junkies high
You know I sell them Krok packs
So keep track
Jump in the chimney like Santa and give em crack
But you know they won't believe that
So just tell them you the next messenger and they'll be like damn
Gotta sell them yams
And make that RPG go bam
I got that AK and that C4 strapped on me
You know what's that for, so don't f** with my army
We got n***as on motercycles k**ing for money
So you better watch who you f** with
Or get shot at or get your whole place blasted n***a
Graat, boom boom, sand n***a squad sh** n***a yeah
[Verse 3: Khroam]
Yeah
b**h, you know it's K, strapped with the K
In the cut, chillin', sippin' on some bengali
n***as been gay, been 'fraid to f** with the team
Cause they know if they did they gon' get sprayed
Emeralds on my forefinger, green slugs in my dental
b**h, I bought that Beamer, y'all in the rental