FATALITY ft. DREX Lyrics

You hecks can hit the deck

N' expect me n Drex

To start severin' heads

Yep! They better when dead

These bitches would think I'm crippin'

The way they gon' be drippin' in red

I'm not a GOAT

Nope! That never was said

Cuz this Baretta will Swiss Chedda a fella instead

I'm the typa guy that don't utilize

A sight, Im dynamite

I like night n' infrared

Grab tha mic n then recite

Its Nighty-Night when we put em all to bed

Yeahhhhh... this is Rob Goddi

N' you prolly

Need to heed what I just said

Call-me-the-white Jesus

N' you heathens gonna give me reason

To break you up like some bread

Yeahhhhh

These nerds'll get permanent benchin'

While we steady trenchin'

Mayne, We leave ya blood stained N' drenchin'

When we send in them henchman

N' to avoid any suspicion

We dress em up like handymen But damnit man they ain't totin' them wrenches

Aint playin' games with these lames

We lay em out lika picnic

Fatalities n Casualties

Ya sons-a-bitches gon' get da bizness

Fittenta' run in man

Witha fuckin' gun in hand

Too damn relentless

So what's a goon to goblin

We fittenta finish dez gremlins

Have ya bitches whippin' Delicious chickens

Up in tha kitchen

While they rinsin' dem dishes

Cuz If it ain't makin' no dollars Then it can't make any sense bitch