Coast - White Noise lyrics

[Coast] They know the drill, Philly keep a pack of a**holes Waiting for some drama while I'm on top of some bad hoe Dicking chicks with big tits and a fat a** I keep a fully loaded clip in a black bag You don't pack mags, you don't want the backlash I'll make your baby mama s** a fart out my fat a** The most nicest, my whole life is a gory flick I'll put a f**er in a hole like a horny chick Barbarian, arms hairy as nasty c*nt Put a ranch choke on um make him yak his lunch Y'all a f*ggot bunch, savage with a dagger tongue Rabbits come packing more damage than a Gatling gun The most slept on, the most dangerous I'll have your mans read your eulogy like what a shame it is I dump louder, my hands covered in gun powder Which punk do I got to beat the f** out of [Tabs] We're back at it, here to smack you wack f*ggots With mathematical facts to pa** through your flak jacket Battle axe tactics attack with tactical black magic Cats had it cuz you rap like asthmatic crack addicts You can't hack it, get hacked to fragments by these savages Put a Louisville through your grill, that's how I go to bat for this Happily pa**ing spliffs of hash wrapped in cannabis Laughing while I'm flashing pics of your girl flashing her ma**ive tits These raptors are ravenous, ravage your pack disastrous Rabbits getting raptured on some Randy Savage sh** Quick to slap your clique and establish their banishment But I can't find a hefty bag big enough for all that trash you spit Pauperis activist, actively attacking all that's glamorous Catastrophic catalyst of cataclysmic battleship Bash you babbling ba*tards with a hammer fist Smack your cabbage with a hatchet screaming Dead Rabbits b**h [Hook sampled lyrics from Mobb Deep's "Got It Twisted"] Can't stop us they too scared You keep grillin', I'll pump pump the shotty Can't stop us they too scared Put you in the trunk then dump dump the body Can't stop us they too scared There'll be manslaughter right in front of my kids Can't stop us they too scared I'm the wrong one to f** with [Coal Cash] Stare at the static, hearing voices in my attic The havoc I'm tryna settle'll be the d**h of every f*ggot Plus the hatchet waste leave you detached at the waste And I hope you can taste the ratchet when it smashes your face Don't act like it's safe I'll turn this place to a slaughterhouse Who want to war? you should run when the chainsaw's out Sawing you mouth, you should bounce before the beer flows The weak don't want beef, think you compete not even near close Weirdos, Coal's rocking blood smeared clothes Dispose of queers, searing eyes and ears closed The fear grows, I can smell it when you sh** your pants Act like a b**h, go get in the mosh-pit with the fans I'll stick my hands through your chest to pull your spine out Out of my mind and I'm happy to blow your mind out So find out if you doubt my crew's intensity I'll show you the reason these demons won't even mention me [Grim] Every mothaf**ing verse is sick, you get hurt to this, I'm merciless I know they frauds, I oppose the gods like Perseus Your church can burn to bits with everybody still inside Little guy within the tribe with the biggest will of fight Rip your spine out, drink your blood and threaten men And do it on live TV like Russell Edgington You punks could never win Bare handed I will crush your mothaf**ing skeleton, the dust is sediment Tongues I'm severing You panic junkies addicts taking mothaf**ers up your medicine When you see us better tuck your f**ing necklace in Everywhere we go they label us as menacing Like my father did in Nam I'll let you see the horror We a bunch of crazy honkies, throw a beating on ya We f**ing animals like donkey shows in Tijuana Creep behind ya lock and load and pop your dome like ??? (Hook)