Hells Fury RJ Payne (Ft. Cory Gunz, DJ Kay Slay, Papoose, Rah Digga & Royce Da 5'9")

[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the Drama King
I don't think y'all ready for this shit right here
Hells Fury
Five of the hottest lyricists out here 'bout to set fire to your ass
Let's go

[Verse 1: Papoose]
Who nicer than Papoose? Is this even a convo?
Squeezin' the chromes though, leavin' a John Doe
Eatin' up y'all flows, we could even the odds though
Swingin' the sword slow, stick the knife deep in your heart, hoe
You leakin' in sorrow, like O.J., I speed in a Bronco
I'm breathin' in all smoke, we could fight, you weak and you soft, bro
Leavin' your jaw broke, speed of a Charlo, weavin' a combo
Cheap as your car note, got the keys to a condo
Don't mean you a boss though 'cause I hear you leasin' it all, hoe
Shoot like Ray Allen, Celtics back when he was with Rondo
Beatin' a charge though, represent features with Large Pro
You sick to your stomach like a dog weepin' with Parvo
Y'all some wussy rats, pussy cats, Heathcliff and Mongo
I never heard of you but when I unleash with this god flow
You gon' make the papers, extra, extra, read it tomorrow
Like The Color Purple, feels like I'm readin' a novel
So I ask, "Who are you?" like when Squeak was speakin' to Harpo
Handguns in the backseat, we let it bang
AK in the front like Akademiks' name
Peace to Biz Markie, one of the hardest to live
Came in this biz' and made his mark, you just a mark in this biz'
Peace king, undercover haters
And most of 'em only call you king when they want a favor
You a bird, I got the thing cocked
Wannabe Rick Ross niggas think they fly 'til they got they wings stopped