The Real Z - This Is War!

(I ain't think it would come to this) Now we're at war, so grab a gat and murder someone
(I ain't think it would come to this) So this is war, so fuckin mortar something
I ain't think it would come to this but nah he ain't existin if the kids is hungry
I ain't even enlist in that shit but got a position to fill
Don't need your permission to kill you, easily bleeding "Be still!"
Believe what you're seeing but bitch if you keep on screaming leave it up for me to unveil
That this ain't probably the proper way to even saw your ankles off
A god forsaken starving aching cause. You sorry ain't cha?
Leave you discombobulated now you're bobbin, waving
Saying things like this your fathers basement, but it's not, okay?
So rot away, the fuck you gotta say? with the god of pain renewing the scar I gave yah
My thoughts are you're not escaping

(I ain't think it would come to this) Now we're at war, so grab a gat and murder someone
(I ain't think it would come to this) So this is war, so fuckin mortar something
I ain't think it would come to this but nah he ain't existin if the kids is hungry
So tell your children you love em, you wont be home for supper
I ain't no cop undercover but you will not see me coming
Your mouth ain't nostrils but running
Gonna sick them dogs if you come in
I'm in love with the process, watching them open your stomach the carcass is soaked with the dog shit
God I'm sick but I just killed the doctor
I was sent to convince you killers to chill
but it isn't as simple as dealing with you myself, you want the hard way
Blow you out the water, a debacle waiting for you almost like you're disarmed already
Stole it all, with your dignity along with it better ring the alarm
Bitches thinking they stopping the kid with katana, rippin and choppin their abdominal regions
Jesus it's awful, but this ain't childs play anymore, Bitch you're gonna toss and turn in your grave
Stop the talking, not concerned with your conversation you need to buy your coffin
Imma see the blood you cough up and confiscate it
Keep all of your body waste and dissolve it and that goes to anybody involved in it
Bitch, telling me I don't belong here?
I'll just scoff at you, hard to say what ill do next I don't start the shit
I stomp it out, the problem just got complicated for you
Probably cock and shoot your Karma Sutra lookin ass
But got the cops pursuing, Ill just hock a loogie on the top of you, get lost you hardly knew me,
Bomb the squad that brought the tools to try to prosecute me
It ain't a lot but the least I could do for you and if you got a comeback
Better make it good cause this is
Combat

(I ain't think it would come to this) Now we're at war, so grab a gat and murder someone
(I ain't think it would come to this) So this is war, so fuckin mortar something
And I ain't think it would come to this no he ain't existin if the kids is hungry
So kiss your daughter and hug her, so tell your children you love em
(I ain't think it would come to this) Now we're at war, so grab a gat and murder someone
(I ain't think it would come to this) So this is war, so fuckin mortar something
I swear I didn't think it would come to this
All good things come to an end, all good things come to an end

Written by:
Zach Underwood

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