Battle Drill Lyrics

Battle Drill lyrics

Boxcar sessionist black magic is



The magnet breakin' 'em down to 



Micro fragments.I might go dragnet



Shoot Joe on Friday if I miss I'll



Get your one day won't forget officer



Monday I'm good with gun play I get 



Wreck check the boss don't remove



Your firing pin punk 'cause I get 



Off - comes the safety freak a clip 



Or get plugged with the four - 5th



Off my niggas hip best believe the 



Triggers gettin' gripped we stroll 



The back doors to the railroad is 



Where we go when we flow hell



knows



and elbows are shot thrown don't 



blink



an eye gets ruff when I flex the 



Ingrim chrome don't even try it.



I'm the arsonist 'cause I'll burn you 



With the slug I'm funky plus I got 



Carpet fresh in my rug tug a war and 



Get dug six feet under floor plans are



banned



Combat hand to hand cowards clocks 



Is gettin' cleaned with detergent if



You want to freak a funky flow we 



Can splurge it so I'll perk like an 



Expert I'll send a flow that'll kill 



Bet I won't break a sweat in a 



Battle drill







Start ya engines but you look



Exhausted like carbon monoxide



I'm sly



Like a foxeye see me I'll jack you 



For your bundle G I'll be lurking 



In the rear smirking when you're



Crumbling the hobo Junctionist



function



is to freak the lyrical smoke a 



Blunt to the grill till we reach 



The spiritual world then get wit ya



Girl dip her like a tea bag up it



another notch for the flea bag king



Queens be freaky fiends don't sleep 



and 



Fall think the cocks the bomb but like 



Tom you'll get brokawf sheer energy



So u know I be stockin' rear entities 



Eatin' linto beans and I do reek when 



I speak true who's this ya girl nice



To freak you let me freak a clip slip 



one



In the chamber click clak that's the 



Sound of the gat right before the jack



Comes true I thought you knew



That's ya cue oh! But you're a hero 



Muscles kinda swollen but you ain't 



Real you wouldn't strike if we was



Bowlin' to the left march arch ya 



Back the impact is fat when I tag a 



grill



With a battle drill







The nomadic attic dweller never 



On the cheddar cheese grease down 



The plank yankin' mentals clean



slates



Are freaked treats for the tricks like 



A magician doin' halftucks genies and 



Arabian's chest be cavin' in and I be



In the rubbish rubbin' this like Aladdin



Through obstacles my saliva be 



Liva than stoppin' flows in they tracks



Cuttin' the tape it's nutthin' to debate 



Fate tells me this is the last grape 



To be cracked rippin' the plaque 



Between the gums hums this lift ya



Lip a little more to the chef's recipe



For flavor they be beggin' me to stop



The torturing but forth I bring 



A subconscience which means no conscienceness



On this effort no mercy on a groove



no 



Space to move check mate it's 



reserved



For the disinfecting I'm projecting 



Flavor till you choke chalk



One add a kill for the battle drills