Lord Intended

- Here come the mic dude, so just walk
Hey guys I got your mics
- About time
- What up man?
Who's mic one?
- That's me
And mic two?
- Thanks
- Let's go
Let me get the door for you
Good luck guys

One two, one two
We bout to burn this shit down

Yo, there's a fire in the kitchen, it's like nine cooks
The kool-aid got spiked with porcupines, look
Rode into Rigo, this ain't a fast track
Your tickets ain't straight, TSA your ass back
NASDAC, IBM, the big [?] on the block
Bitch, I be him
The rock mega death, we gonna kill the Kane
Fuck everyone, bitch, bring everything
Swing like a mandolin, this ain't a sex toy
This ain't [?], this hot shit, push the dagger in the devil's eye
Slick Rick, yo, get the big dick, yo
Blow the dust covers, pick the [?]
New game, new players, new year
The hardest rock shit you gon' hear

We are the way the Lord intended

Her ass, she got it from her momma
Tits from the doctor
Figures fiddelin' the [?]
She looks like an [?]
Fresh off the pole, hanging from her hook
I'm in her [?] know to hit
Just to say that I caught her (click, click)
My hardware is progressive
[?] crime language leaning on obsessive
The Lord looking down, judging, the room [?] smudging
But I'm over your stars screaming the moon ain't nudging
Ain't from Hollis, don't need to tell you who is
But who it here raise hell, they be like "you kid"
A man [?] [?] lyrical blood splatter over the texture
We live by that code, not to regret living
Electric guitar sparks and nights gun powder
A sabbath ain't black enough to call my bluff, bitch
The kill switch turns it louder

They're everything
Fuck everyone
Burn everything you see
Not just clinging to the planet [?]
(Fuck everyone, fuck everything)
Fuck everyone, fuck everything
[?] surrender to the cause
Meeting your creator on the day you are destroyed
(Fuck everyone, fuck everything)
(Fuck everyone, fuck everything)
(Fuck everyone, fuck everything)
Fuck everything
(Fuck everyone, fuck everything)
Fuck everything
(Fuck everyone, fuck everything)