WuLords - Wu vs Chu lyrics

Wu vs Chu (WuLords a**embling) DIGI Who walks fresh like Shotgun the hot one Came through to pop one, you might wanna stop son The deadly planner over powers the deadly man Force deceives mind yo I shine at my prime I turn ill like you're out of time with Tobin Bell Turn your face into a broken puzzle living hell Only the fizzy can busy with the illy Yo it's DIGI with the Double S you can tell the ‘O' is with me We got that Wu slang our slang is harder We got them samurai swords our blades sharper Red card you out, referee in soccer Intelligence is huge but we seem smaller What else do you expect from the best The WuLords, protect your neck or you get dished by the chef Best by all means you can't act hard When you have a shrunken pair of your little brother's jeans KACHEA (WuLords a**emble) Z1 Nation These cats bout to get steve'd on Samurai up all black blood drawn Feast off the enemy until it's all gone Holla at the moon with the WuLords song Mind twisted the battle field turned into my playground My favorite toy is the mind to play with I break em down like an oreo in an acid gla** Defeat themselves a suicide blast And keep it short like a pawn's life, sweet like a don's wife Or a morning Puerto Rican treat after a long night Hard Body cut em at the ankles, knee caps and their abdomen The heart is easy after captured them Find the right time until then ghost em When the time's right best believe we ghost em Swords out, cut their throat before they scream and shout And leave a message with directions to the spot we stevein' out When they get there we already beamed em out Take chunks out em until we evened out Over power blood shower is what we scream and shout Art of War WuLords what they talking bout Hook Step on the field best believe we get it schmacking Status, Lorded out mind over matter Wu vs Chu, Wu vs Chu One WuLord n***a beats a thousand of you (X2) (WuLords a**emble) Lord Elite Black Timbs laced supreme. Eyes on the creme Filling. Match books stacked to the ceiling Cold Steel k**ing what the enemy's dishing Fresh out the kitchen; Flat out delicious Boom Ba** Dealing. Aye yo, I speak something vicious Magic Porridge Pot stirred on the stove top. Can't cop Fresh jag swag, who am I to lag? You used to be nice? Don't dwell in the past Who fell to the ma**? Not We. Not E You might think you iller, but you're not that sweet Do you copy? Capisce? No peace. Want a piece? Come step to Elite Rye Major, who to favor? Throw paper! Samurai Swords slice haters, fakers Every word uttered to the breeze Yo, I'm stuck to my fam, UL, like we Siamese