"AXE' EM"

"Axe' Em"

By Lucky Lefty & Shawn Stare

Lucky Lefty

Lucky be, bombing with Poorhouse Management

Death toll, unknown, they haven’t estimated the damage yet

I ain’t dropping the mic, mudafuka, I’m slamming it

Ripping mic cords, blow up the place and dismantle it

Most of these catz need to back up and forfeit

Replace the mic with a gatt or a loaded four fifth

Put it to their mouth, squeeze back with a short grip

Let CSI, try their best to find teeth and sort lips

See, I’m known to distort shit and contort spits

Make catz abort scripts, bombing a bitch while they board ships 

You ain’t dropping heavy, fuck that, that’s horse shit

Who the fuck dares, try to touch Lucky Lefty or Shawn Stare

Uh Huh, that’s not Teflon tucked, those are by bombs there

My mic grip is the dead mans switch, I hold it on my palms bare

Let loose on a mudafuka, best believe we spawn fear

Got’em wondering, how we go them skies thundering

Keep’em mumbling, until they trip up and start blundering

Poorhouse leave’em laid out, watch me fuck up my enemy

When they buck up, I hit’em so hard, you thought there was ten of me

Turn up the intensity, taking the crown, like it was meant for me

Wack rappers your career is over, that’s why they sent for me

We don’t pop toasters, we sit back in a lac and pack heaters

Jeepers Creepers, fuck a track, we’ll railroad all these sleepers

Shit gets deeper, we be smashing haters and smoking refers

Call us the grim reapers, fuck a sickle, we axing any and all beefers

Shawn Stare

Let me speak to da congregation

I'm a Ghetto Poet no Preacher

Why would you wanna spar wit us lyrical creatures?

Fuck around we rearrange ya whole feature

Beat you to  a Pulp

Y'all spittin' fiction

Dis iz street diction

On Emceez, WE STILL PISSIN'!!!!

Roll up!

Pass da swisher

All net, we still swishin'

Fly like a Red Eye

Visine couldn't clear up da vision

Level bloks wit our barbaric written demolition

Niggaz caught on our hooks, da otherz are still fishin'

Lucky Lefty n Shawn Stare on a mission

Shining like Jack Nick, axin' da competition

Helpin' ladies get dey groove back mon like Stella in Jamaica wit Winston

We got a penchant for pennin' a sick sentence

Da hotness we present iz tied up in different dimensions

Stop Trippin'!

Put ya squad in da ER

God ain't finished wit me yet like Steve Harve

Y you standin' der shocked?

We got da game on lock

What we rock iz da key like Styles P.

Makin' catz flee to da border

Dirty Cash n Poorhouse slaughter

Contort ya whole rhetoric

Severin' necks like Slyvester Stallone

We be dem MIC "SPECIALISTS"

Wreckin' Shit!!!!

Slingin' dope references to you non-believin' incredulous pestilent pessimists

Dawgs Of War!

Dis iz Effortless

Crush ya spine n larynx

Spit fire to heat n paralyze ya whole being wit no severance

Ya chick couldn't handle da job

She blew it instead of swallowin' all da nutz like cashews

We bash crewz

BLOW SHIT UP!

TNT Kenny da Jet

Fresh off da press

Fresh off da Jet foolz

Touchdown n salsa dance on you punks like V. Cruz

Our proses etched in stones n concrete tablets, you can't dissolve em'

We have a problem n nobody can solve em'

From Jerz to Houston

A pair of vetz datz true to da HipHop Culture n Music

Regardless of how you view it

Our speech come from every angle like itz congruent

Splatter spewin' your lyricz wit our sinister movement

Infectious Poisonous flows

Straight Lethal

Axin' deez weak bastardz n Represent til' da death for our people

"AXE' EM" By David "Lucky Lefty" Cardenas & RaShine McKoy aka Shawn Stare