Welcome 2 Hell

Yeah, told you we'd be back

Welcome to Hell

There's a switch I flip, emotions cut off

So cold that I'll roast my butt off

And this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet

It's like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck off

Other words, I ain't put a dent in the game

Compared to the damage I have yet to do

As long as you still have feelings to hurt

I'll be around as long as you let me get to you

As long as I got two balls to palm

I'll be the bomb, you just a false alarm

Get scant, little piss-ants and see if I don't come along and stomp your farm

Thunder and lightning, rain, hail, sleet with a tornado's the kind of brainstorm I get

So when wind starts blowing, shit talking about going in

Going insane's more like it

Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it like a disastrous blizzard

So you better listen quick, fast, or miss it

Yeah, go 'head, little prick bastard, diss it

But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow

Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it

Just know that all he knows is that it's better to kick ass than kiss it

Dick Dastardly of audacity

Mental capacity unmatched, it has to be stopped

But it can't be, but man, I can't keep doing 'em like that

Or no one will rap with me

Except one, you ask who is it?

Guess who just came through to blast you bitches?

With the ratchet, the book of Matthew, a book of matches

Lighting 'em under white linen

You 'bout to have to admit it, they pass you the mic, ask you to spit it

You got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands

I'm sure they gon' laugh when you going to the bathroom with it

Now with what would you come against us?

Better be something with a Bigfoot pedigree

Easily, these are the reasons that we need to be in y'all prayers

Each region breeds them MCs that wanna be the remise

That they wanna breathe our air

With these ideas, anybody thinking the game don't need

The bad and the evil regime

That's like saying that the Bad Boy Piston team didn't need Isiah

Shit, piss, and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs, I swear

Better beware, there's too much at stake

And to find someone this raw on the beat is rare

You can kiss my ass and eat shit stains out of my underwear

That I don't even wear

This gotta be no fair, this like hitting the lottery, oh yeah

Who you know hotter? There gotta be no pair

Shotty that I got'll lobotomy your hair

Classic, smash it, smother it, read it and weep it

Perhaps you will have no rebuttal and

Fact, you seeing me in this rapping is like saying

Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmine Sullivan

Back to bash your skull again

Push a bitch out the Aspen and tell her get the fuck outta Dodge

Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors, you has-beens are duller than

Color books that ain't colored in

Second and third, fourth wind, got another win

Here they come again, none other than Bad and Evil

Also know as Saddam and Osama Bin

It's been a long time, but I bet that neither one of has felt sicker than we do right now

And we only get iller with time

Me and Nickel fucking shit up when the times are telling us to pipe down

It's like talking to a meth head, Bruce Willis on his death bed

Last breath with an infection

Fighting it while he's watching internet porn

'Bout to meet his death with an erection

My God, what I mean is David Carradine jacking his penis in front of his tripod

Choking his own neck, what part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard

When you listening to my bars, nothing but the F-I-R-E

Coming out your iPod, we come up in the place

Chicks heads start spinning like motherfucking white walls

Got your mother sucking my balls

While we fuck each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs

And I never say I'm sorry

The 5'9" and the Fire Marshall, we spit with an intensity

To shut shit down in the industry

Two different entities with a propensity

To put these N-U-Ts up inside of your fucking mouth

Aw shit, stop it, stop it, yo, welcome to the CD