Verse 1:

Kill til all are gone
Murder your remorse
Then we run them out
Decimate them all
Time to raid is now
All the tools are prepped
To cause major death
Geared down to the tooth
Nothing getting through
Try to run away
Y'all are way too late
Squeeze and let it spray
Vapor of your fate
There is no escape
As we eradicate
Skinned, suffering 
Baste and batter them
You deserve this
For tryna take mine
You were thriving off it
And now you're all dying
You were lucky to be warned 
Yet you still didn't take heed
You brought this on your kind
By overstepping boundaries
You should have stayed within
The safety of your colony
Your clan stole a lot
Was it all worth it
To lose your wretched lives
Like pests devoid of purpose
You could have found yours
And stuck to your track
Instead you try to take advantage
While the walls against our backs
Now you're all drowning
In a bloody red sea
In agony squirming
Smell of flesh burning
For the sake of loyalty
Send them to the furnace
Cleaning every corner
Leaving it spotless
Can't let the babies 
Get sick in the process
My people wait and
Pray for the return
Of the one who serves
As head chef for the worms
Fools get what they earned
Our turn
No fault
Resolve
Last call
We'll get
Them all





Verse 2:

You jump in the streets when
You can't even whether the pen
Then you dare to transgress
And declare war on men
Who is ridin' with dawgs
That'll rob you of life
And then catch yo ex main
That you used to call wife
Twerk that thang at a function
Then fill her with drugs and
Take her to your burial site
Bend her over your name
Begin running a train
Then roll her off your stone
To shoot some on her face
While the rest leaves a
Permanent stain on your grave



Verse 3:

Home is breaking down
From this curse
Coyotes rob
Us of our food
Contact pigs
Before they're slaughtered
Gators in the swampy waters
Even if I get mauled
God knows I stood tall
Them or us
We choosing ours
Shielding our fate while
They trying to seal it
As much as I want to
Spare the Lord's creation
These particular ones
Are just rats and vagrants
Behind them are bears,
Wolves, coons, snakes
That all chose the 
Wrong path to take
Stomp vermin down
After their fall
If they not stopped 
No spring crops yield
With herbs that heal
The sick and ill
No wood to make
The fire grow
Winters get cold
Who you gon hold?
The water way 
Is running dry
Wet up to beat 
The summer heat
And keep you and 
Your loved ones clean
And free of filth
That's kin to sin
Now it's routine
The means* to feed
Their families will
Cause them all 
To meet their end