Three Chain Mace Warlord Colossus (Ft. Eraze)

[Chorus: Warlord Colossus]
Hit 'em, hit 'em
Sleepy Hollow rhythm, block my venom
Oh, feeling like a phantom
Grab my ghost and then I spin 'em
Hit 'em, hit 'em
Sleepy Hollow rhythm, block my venom
Oh, feeling like a phantom
Grab my ghost and then I spin 'em
Hit 'em, hit 'em

[Verse 1: Warlord Colossus]
Oh, ayy, three chain mace gon' hate 'til I pray
Blood so stain for the fame
Runnin' through the brain, go aim for the face
Lookin' for the life, go fade, okay
Hollow my tips while I'm fighting the strip
Pissed on my head like my sock with the grip
Swingin' my mace but I ain't gonna miss
Watching me stack on the bodies of ships, egh

[Verse 2: Eraze]
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Put you in your grave
Put the red dot to your face like, I can play this fucking game all day
Pussy better pray
I don't give a fuck what you say, motherfuckers run they mouth all the same
Big talk, no brain
Pull up with that eight chain mace, no case when you fucking with the gang
Pussy niggas lame
Fuck around with Warlord, motherfuckers better know your fucking with your grace