Junky Boyz-Let em know we're coming

[Intro] [dark piano loop, heavy kick drum, distorted synth bass Let 'em know we're coming, let 'em know we're here They could hear us stomping and we have no fucking fear Let 'em know we're coming, let 'em know we're here They could hear us stomping and we have no fucking fear [vocal shout] Booyah! I gotta take a shit! [kurt] [aggressive male rap vocals] Back with a change, trapped in a cage, strapped with a rage Never act my age, shoot your bitch fucking blast her in the face I send Pipebomb to John Whites mom, so no more retards today You want piece of shit whatcha thinking im stupid with two O's Am I really that crazy? Who knows? Sleeping in the swamp with those leechs on your throat and blue toes my Home is the crackhead bitches who like taking off my new clothes What you know about the USMC and me? Come closer, I'm friendly like a rabid pitbull with no balls I feel so tall, let's go brawl, I know all This devil dog is back in NY, grab a serrated blade and watch them die Drink blood only I survive, I'm outside your house in your kids' tree fort with that C4 Sweat-a, I'm mean and more, better, no man can fuck with this robot program after snorting several grams,bitches love my love my slow jam Got my dick stuck in her ass 'cause the pussy was aching The bitch leave me alone, I'm taking a shit! [Chorus] [vocal shout] [Italian accent]That was a beautiful! Let 'em know we're coming, let 'em know we're here They could hear us stomping and we have no fucking fear Let 'em know we're coming, let 'em know we're here They could hear us stomping and we have no fucking fear [Colin] Listen, as I take you on a fucking mission No bullets, just me with plenty ammunition, hitting Every single target thrown at me, watch out The bullets rip through you like pistols through tissue It's an issue, don't cry, have a tissue, they're gonna miss you Every time I rhyme, you hear a baby cry, why ask why? Fuck with me, you and your crew gonna die Fly to the sky, you be a fucking spirit, you don't want to hear it So you better fucking fear it, before I show you pussy what I'm made of Someone to be afraid of, laugh now, die later See you later, hater, bite hard like an alligator Swing past like a helicopter, I'm too sick, you just can't stop her Heeeeeeey [Chorus] Let 'em know we're coming, let 'em know we're here They could hear us stomping and we have no fucking fear Let 'em know we're coming, let 'em know we're here They could hear us stomping and we have no fucking fear [Verse 3] When I get excited, [unintelligible] my adrenaline's going Knives I'm throwing, weed, crack, cocaine I'm blowin ganster Pussy eating crust, tasting trust, Satan just playing Everything that comes out my motherfucking mouth is unreal How the gun feel? Later I'm selling three dead babies to a Catholic priest it's a done deal Three days, one meal, my magazines hold seventy Surrender to me, how about you just pretend to be dead? I am the entity? Bow down to Gun Metal Records and junky Boy's franchise We'll leave you dirty bitches on fucking standby [Outro] Let 'em know we're coming, let 'em know we're here They could hear us stomping and we have no fucking fear Let 'em know we're coming, let 'em know we're coming