Envyus - Belligerent Lyrics

Fuck with the mind of the militant
The belligerent bringing death imminent
Wasting all your breath until I finish shit
Cause when this metal hits you gonna throw a fit
You won't throw no fists cause you was raised a bitch
But I was raised a man and that's on Mom's
Dropping bombs of napalm within every song (Uh yeah)
Under every sun I'm gonna be the one and for you to see it won't take that long
Begun my reign of terror
Feral, rolling this bitch like a barrel
Daryl, hitting my mark with them arrows
Zero, chance of you making impact
Or a comeback what's that (What's that, what's that)
Bring me a rapper I'll son that (Uh)
Shooting at his feet, doing toe taps (Uh)
Skeeting on his bitch, make his hoe dance (Uh)
Don't waste my time, never hold hands (Uh)
Your verses are slack like the pants of an old man
Scared of an answer well don't ask
Won't fuck no bitch with no ass
Won't fuck no bitch with no class
If I'm claiming her she better know how to act that's a goddamn fact
Word to Uzi hit her once that's a rack
Hear the click clack better sit back fore this shit slap you right in your face
Backhand put you right in your place
I'm stuck up in space (Stuck up in space)
Stuck in a maze (Stuck in a maze)
Stuck in my days (Stuck in my days)
Stuck in my ways

Fuck with the mind of the militant
The belligerent bringing death imminent
The beginning of curing this ignorance
The barbarian that's gonna finish shit
Fuck with the mind of the militant
The belligerent bringing death imminent
The beginning of curing this ignorance
The barbarian that's gonna finish shit
Fuck with the mind of the militant
The belligerent bringing death imminent
The beginning of curing this ignorance
The barbarian that's gonna finish shit
Fuck with the mind of the militant
The belligerent bringing death imminent
The beginning of curing this ignorance
The barbarian that's gonna finish shit

Been on the come up
Imma keep killing shit till there's no sun up
One up anyone that wants guns up
Going gung ho gotta more have than one hoe like Santa
She gon' swallow this shit like Fanta
The way she throw back I'm a fan of
Boy talk tough better man up
Don't be so scared, put them hands up
Dance of death and I'm the lead dancer
You'll never win like tryna beat cancer
They call me the bringer they call me the rapture
They call this the ringer they call this the answer
You better start running you better get faster
If you don't feel like meeting your masters
The harbinger of heart broken bastards

Judging by melanin I shouldn't be killing shit how I do or at least they be telling him
I'm just so filled with adrenaline come get the smoke like it's second hand
Imma give you a few lessons then
Never talk to the lesser man
Never fuck if she is less than ten
Only talk to bitches greater than
Myself and by judging off a first glance
You ain't impressing him you just impress the simps you ain't impress the pimp
Katana cane for my limp (Yuh)
Katana frame on my bitch (Yuh)
Gold up against my lips (Yuh)
Eating these beats like potato chips
I got some crazy flows like a caged chimp
And I got some fire like a crazed imp
It's simple, bad bitch with some dimples
It's simple, get rich with yo kinfolk
It's simple, it's simple