Heathensun - Heat

Boom mother fucker I’ve come to clear the room
I know this might be a lil soon
Anthrax and hot we’ll weave the loom
And This dynamic duo brings the boom
Boom son’s of bitches I’ve come to bring the doom
I don’t care if this is damn too soon
Anthrax and box we are the loons
We consume lyrical toxic fumes

Burn mother fucker we’ve come to pack your urn
This will be a lesson learned
Slicing dudes down word for word for word
Hell hath no fury like an anthrax spurned
Burn sons of bitches we’ve come to fill your urn
Line them up up everyone gets a turn
Chopping heads off like a cattle herd
Spitting lyrical fire the king has returned

Your world is bleak your up shits creek
Head under water like submarine sinks
Burning up bridges with that napalm streak
Fresh new pleats an assassin discreet
Running over mcs till they are obsolete
Based on the words I fluently speak
The men are weak and the women are sweet
Ready to retreat now that I am complete
Ain’t no bitches who dare compete
The Viking Scot Freak with the hotbox heat

Your world is bleak your up shits creek
Head under water like submarine sinks
Burning up bridges with that napalm streak
Fresh new pleats an assassin discreet
Running over mcs till they are obsolete
Based on the words I fluently speak
The men are weak and the women are sweet
Ready to retreat now that I am complete
Ain’t no bitches who dare compete
Hanging like babies off mommy’s teat
The mcs are weak and Johnny’s on fleak
Not sorry sir your the weakest link
Burn a dude down before he can blink
The Viking Scot Freak with the hotbox heat

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