Verbal Assassins

[Intro: Lounge Lo (Shawn Wigs)] Yeah, it's Lounge Lo right here Who said my dogs don't rock, you crazy? Word up, ya'll know what time it is (Wiganomics, I don't murder, I assassin) Tell 'em dunny! Tell 'em O.T.F., here we go, Molly-Q, Wigs, my doola, huh, huh Hit 'em, hit 'em, get 'em nigga! [Chorus: Shawn Wigs] Aiyo, I rush, wreck, supreme intellect Talk with the dangerous slang, I'm high tech Iron rods, swinging thirty eight and your ruger Verbal assassins, it's murder one, doola Verbal assassins, it's murder one, doola [Shawn Wigs] Aiyo, I talk strong, walk with my mic up in the hostler Twenty one niggas, put slugs up inside the toaster We red hot, slot machine money got spent Stay bent in the JJ thirty with no tint You crush diamonds, I keep two slugs in my socks And rocks the size of golf balls in my watch Thug paradise, nothing but guns I'm putting my money in mutual funds, stocks and bonds Firearms for the World War when it comes Knowledge, we learn to build place with crumbs It's the universal, ran through the block rock solid Wave cap, doorag slang, we high gat Iron rods, all over the mic like monkey bars Felony charge, ran from the warrant squad [Chorus] [Molly-Q] The Roman archer, S-1 marcher, Dutch master Buck like Tampa, stomp the kids with the rompers I warned ya, trigger happy blacks with napsacks Stacked with auto-macks'll twist ya caps back black Stuck with a shank, big bank is the motto Dig back some model, who am I, come in a bottle Chain snatch, rhyme rap root, towels of maps Sometimes I fucked up, never looking back Hold heat like Bahama, drama on my father Run with bank robbers, and a fully bodied armor Trench coat, Ferry boat, one too many toast Got me starving for host, stay twisted like a rope [Chorus] [Shawn Wigs] Yo, my whole empire, Strike Back like Luke Sky' Me and Lounge, dunnied up with the dead eye Red eye laser beam, lacerate your skin Hot iron rods, my doolas is marching in Murder material, real life serial killers And drug dealers, guineas, taking hits for the Capo Come with all colors, you know about Soprano The nineteen sixty four, Cedron cigar Scotch & Armarett at the bar, where Allah Kareem at? Let the gat holla-holla, raw iron whistle and spit Leave a mark on you counterfeits... [Chorus] [Outro: Lounge Lo] Yo, let me hear that...