[Verse 1: Rittz]
I am, too hot to cool off
Blew Atlanta up like Eric Rudolph, and starving in pursuit of moolah
Floss and get your crew robbed, my crew'll shoot at you like "hoorah"
I be on tour and shit, you get on stage and you get boo'd off
You throwing jabs at me but we ain't in no boxing gym
I'll stab you and have you inside of a hospital hooked up to oxygen
So who the hottest? Conversation my name get brought up in
I'm Woody Harrelson, this industry is Zombieland
You wanna fuck with us, you must've had no common sense
I'll kill you then your guts get eaten up by Brotha Lynch
It's Strange Music so the competition nonexistent
All them other record labels fallin' off like rotten limbs
I'm making some money, it's making their stomach cringe
I'll never forget it, a couple of summers ago, I was cooking and scrubbing pans
Drink 'till I get drunk and spin
Puffing something with a lovely scent behind the Cutlass tint
Floating in the Strange stream, who jumpin' in?
[Verse 2: Prozak]
My brain is full of thoughts that are darker than Samhain
That span across the Great Lakes and vast Midwest Plains
Spreading coast to coast like a virus you can't contain
Now a global pandemic, panic courtesy of (STRANGE!)
The biggest independent label, pop the champagne
We don't need no head now, homie you can keep the change
Coming through your speakers, receive us into your blood vein
We the truth like Nostradamus' prophecy quatrains
Snake Bat, Praise that, part of rap since way back
Since the days of 8 tracks and 808's and adaps
Analog cassette decks, steady grinding, what's next?
Starving artist 'til Trav and Tech cut me that advanced check
Strange outcast step child, call me Damien
Five Finger Death Punch straight to the cranium
Flow so sick, could be enriched with uranium
Extraterrestrial, lyrics labeled alien
I am, too hot to cool off
Blew Atlanta up like Eric Rudolph, and starving in pursuit of moolah
Floss and get your crew robbed, my crew'll shoot at you like "hoorah"
I be on tour and shit, you get on stage and you get boo'd off
You throwing jabs at me but we ain't in no boxing gym
I'll stab you and have you inside of a hospital hooked up to oxygen
So who the hottest? Conversation my name get brought up in
I'm Woody Harrelson, this industry is Zombieland
You wanna fuck with us, you must've had no common sense
I'll kill you then your guts get eaten up by Brotha Lynch
It's Strange Music so the competition nonexistent
All them other record labels fallin' off like rotten limbs
I'm making some money, it's making their stomach cringe
I'll never forget it, a couple of summers ago, I was cooking and scrubbing pans
Drink 'till I get drunk and spin
Puffing something with a lovely scent behind the Cutlass tint
Floating in the Strange stream, who jumpin' in?
[Verse 2: Prozak]
My brain is full of thoughts that are darker than Samhain
That span across the Great Lakes and vast Midwest Plains
Spreading coast to coast like a virus you can't contain
Now a global pandemic, panic courtesy of (STRANGE!)
The biggest independent label, pop the champagne
We don't need no head now, homie you can keep the change
Coming through your speakers, receive us into your blood vein
We the truth like Nostradamus' prophecy quatrains
Snake Bat, Praise that, part of rap since way back
Since the days of 8 tracks and 808's and adaps
Analog cassette decks, steady grinding, what's next?
Starving artist 'til Trav and Tech cut me that advanced check
Strange outcast step child, call me Damien
Five Finger Death Punch straight to the cranium
Flow so sick, could be enriched with uranium
Extraterrestrial, lyrics labeled alien
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