What We Do
[Intro]
Yeah muthafuckas!
Demented Mercenaries in this bitch! (Come on!)
Sentury Status on the beat!
Inner Circle whats good? (Yeah!)
Anno Domini I see you!
Got this game in a fucking choke hold! (Come on!)
Yeah!
We 'bout to do it again...
[Verse 1]
This is mad styles beyond what you're capable to do (Yeah!)
You claim you dropping bombs, but were able to defuse (Hahaha!)
I laugh at these fools, cus they corny with they views (What!)
And after I'm done, they gone pack they bags and move (Yeah!)
What you wanna do? Run up in ya rap booth
Yap in they booth and they minimalistic too (What?)
Criminal statistics yeah I'm pistol whipping you (Come On!)
Reducing your career and launching missiles on you (Yeah!)
No autopsy, disintegrate contenders (Yeah!)
Dismember all survivors 'til there's nothing to remember (Yeah!)
I grab the pen while I'm drunk and demented
This pump action lead putting punks on detention (Huh?)
My killers let you know we all be back in this (Yeah!)
El Bandito on some loco Viking gangsta shit (Come on!)
Brrr stick 'em, Haha stick 'em!
Fuck them faggot rappers and whoever with 'em (Kill 'em)
I'll let you muthafuckas know it's on for life
You can die tonight, it's an eye for an eye (Yeah!)
Combined with the team, we despise your life (Uh huh!)
Sick of they rhyming skills but they about to pay the price (Yeah!)
Certified original psycho on the meds, man
Slice out intestines, spilling blood for the tension
Infesting your speakers with the murders I've committed, it's...
Whatever the method, I'm reppin' Demented Mercenaries henchmen
[Hook]
All these irritating rappers gonna get they head split
DM making sure they all dead quick
Ain't nowhere to run to, when the gunner come through
Bullet spitters in ya crib and gone do...
What we do
What we Do
What we do
Watch what you write against the deadliest rhymes
El Bandito's in the building killing everyone now!
[Verse 3]
They slackin' up on the microphone and dropping only weak hits
Time to rip the atmosphere, initiate the sequence (Yeah!)
DM's takeover, rising like a phoenix
Sammaliz ain't here but imma save him for the remix (Come on!)
Deep in this, teeth of the beast, we are demons
That feast on you weaklings, a legion of heathens
The flesh wounds deepens, manhunt season
Death in these regions, attack for no reason (Go!)
Never the less, I put the final touch up on the track (Go!)
When I get up I start to write the fire, mix the crank (Cold!)
Then I manipulate the rhythm within a lighter flash
Many clueless short rappers tryna bite my ass (What?)
Men get arrested, dogs get put down!
Remember that shit in case I find you in Bandito Town
Fire squads blazing, bullets out the chambers
It is widely known that I am the danger
Wanna know how we do this shit?
Forget about the recipe we don't believe ya lies
Better know how we do this shit
Cus we can do another number on you muthafuckas like... (Come on!)
Chopping up you suckers, deadly with machetes
Hip-Hop's overpopulated, and you not ready...
I can physically kill you but I rather let you learn
That I can do a song and watch your motherfucking soul burn!
Fucking burn!
[Hook]
All these irritating rappers gonna get they head split
DM making sure they all dead quick
Ain't nowhere to run to, when the gunner come through
Bullet spitters in ya crib and gone do...
What we do
What we Do
What we do
Dropping dead bodies while the mercenaries laughing
It's happening, you muthafuckas all gone get blasted!
[Outro]
Yeah!
Demented Mercenaries!
Let's go!
You better recognize!
Come on!
Yeah!