Jarren Benton - Chelsea Grin (posse cut remix) lyrics

[M.Sith] Show me your chelsea grin What What What Chelsea grin What What 1,2,3, go [Antimatter] I'm way to smooth on the motherf**ing entrance Stick n move I'm old school by intention Move like a henchman Yes i demand your life When enter your demise With the dead blank eyes Ima get em Hurry let me at em Like a fanatical Looking for a battle You wanna battle the beast You need the mathematical brain I subtract remains so how can you gain? Let me, give you the insight The guidance Mentor the fighters Enter the final stages With a method its effort less I'm just dangerous Examine what you got remaining Majored in the arts of decapitating Wanna face it Face what The hazardous f**ing ravenous Madness Cold cat Leaving gashes Up and down your as quick The chemical weapon attack like Damascus I mash sh** Its the father Messiah Only one higher Making a ma** amount of miracles spitting fire Breathe in the LPG exhale in the range of a lighter I'm just in love with danger Bow to one knee And put the ring on her finger [Bridge] [M.Sith] Show me your chelsea grin 1,2,3, go [Matuse] Covered in bones and roses Smothered in hoes with toes Red nosed like roses Cut off these foes and posers Poke holes in their coats and clothes and loafers Smoke the dro enclosed in closures Hold the door, we got more to show ya Slow ya roll if ya'll don't know we flow for dough But fight the foe with only one eye open Notice the cobra on doujah or sober Those that oppose us or wanna control us Know that they owe us much more than they show us Hold up we roll up and show em we loaded Focus on moments of potent opponents And those that oppose us Will drown in the oceans Hopeless like pharaoh who fought against Moses The holders of boulders The wrath of the locus So its healthy then For you to help me then Grab their face and help me skin A slim motherf**ing Chelsea grin On the faces of Corporate gangsters World bankers Elitist masons Fanatical radical Black flag waving Coming in blazing destroying their sanctum [hook] [Jarren Benton] Smile for the camera Awaiting to damage ya Beast mode n***a I'm a motherf**ing animal I'm here to take everything you owe me I'm going to crack your f**ing mental Like a cantaloup Yeah b**h i got the antidote I gotta get it, i can't stand to see the fam broke So i load more ammo Dressed up in camo I get them while this n***as at the panel POW throw brick through your lambo AR15 on the mantel On the hunt for a crocked politician I'm a lead a n***a missing With his face all dismantled Chelsea Grin, Commando blade You don't wanna see him Might pop up and f** up your whole weekend His not breathing but his face bleeding f** the world with a cold dick You tried play us like we don't know sh** We hip to all your crooked ways Anarchy n***a, lets go b**h It's wire season, i'm focused Sick of feeling so hopeless I made a hit list for you f**boys This gun and knife is so ferocious [bridge] [N3] I'm plugged back in the system, aiming for the core Deadly virus of wisdom, running through your spinal chord To erase your existence, in an instant Carving your head thru the floor to Osiris's kingdom Then ill hunt you with the reapers scythe, in the afterlife Hack your soul to pieces, to rest in eternal cries Lucifer can't hold me down, I'm burning his crown I'll take on the underworld, in an infinite the battle round Beastly roars, spitting at a calibre that will shatter your jaw, the gore is on your Kings blood will pour, I'll drink it yeah i'm madder than, than a vatican who*e, who's c*nt stink of war Smelling the doom, is that your perfume Chocking on your chemical fumes, that i consume Now my lungs are heating the room, when i breath thru Blazing out the fire you fuel, I'ma ash you Flaming these motherf**ers we smoking their banks n' laughing We chomp on their tax brackets on all you 1% we snaking Time to feed the pack, these alphas have got my back Tracking you through the blackness, n' stacking the heads we hacking Diggin' in deep enough to, giving his a** a smile too Fist the motherf**er makin' a puppet i can rap thru Singing n' chanting voodoo, klaatu barada nikto I'ma swallow you soul in my necronomic ritual [hook] [Jeff Turner] Hey Chelsea, would you help me? Get a couple motherf**ers that are wealthy Been asking them to just help we So sick and unhealthy This a group pic, they taking selfies About to hit an official right where their belt be Nothing stays the same Be wanna be change the wicked which melts him Everyone like the same song Everyone has the same phone Try to speak up all they hear is ching chong No one to put the blame on, so n***a game on Its a phenomenon but still i shine, we grime and grind We can't find the dime, it goes on and on They've got a dime in mind They like Neo Their one, we're 99 It's opposite of equal They wobble and weavel Keeping poison in the hood While their robbing the people Ma**aging the zero's Keeping us below Posing as heroes I'm a pedestrian saying let me in n***a where's my credit card Give a n***a his Chelsea Grin I'm a blue collar n***a with two dollars And whose calling me for a new job, I get it Couldn't get a proof or news spot, forget it This making like a holocoust, two shots a minute Sleeping on a futon, eating croutons The weight upon my shoulders is like two tones of interest Got a choice, a voice and a written n***as should have listen when 2Pac was spitting [bridge] [Chico Cas] Here we go again, with the Chelsea Grin remix Got a bunch of dirty politicians on my hit list Witness, the meanest combination of the illest Realest, fearless, but you better fear these Crazy motherf**ers on the mic, we on AntiMatter and from the Funk, its Jarren Benton Jeff Turner make it burn'a, with Matuse from the Free With me Chico Cas tha Chix and the viking N3 Yeah we Smacktown b**h, and we going strong Coming straight from Down Under, where we hold the thrown We represent the strong, that work all day long Just put a bit of food up on the table, and struggle on So we gotta get together, and calling out all groups From Sydney to the States round up the troops Like we gonna go to war, so better tie them boots Head to major corporations and them dirty crooks And we all bandana'd up, all had enough, all soldiered up Taking all their money then we give it to the poor Go wreck em up, go f** em up, No stopping us We ain't knocking, we just kicking in the door Then we put a credit card in between your teeth Put a little pressure on it, make it cut the lips Coz ain't no politician competition to our vision On a mission for collision with precision for commission