The Wreckoning - Lord Lhus

I’m a man tank, don’t give a fuck about what ya man think

They ran straight scared for they life hiding like Anne Frank

Hands scraped, the most rugged mics

I’m thuggish for life

Holding a butcher knife over ya head with a price

I dare you to fight, I’m holding on to miserable spite

Holding a grudge for life deliberately push you over the side

Don’t ask why, maybe I’m just sick as it gets

In the thickest of shit I itch to stuff my dick in ya bitch

So which one of you want it, I’ll swing on whoever’s calling

The chosen one of the fallen, a demon that’s never stalling

We can get it on right now, for honor and truth

My steel sword stays wet with the blood of the booth

Who knew, I never stand down ready to fight

Live in the underground now and for the rest of my life

I might show up above just to fill you with slug

My sight stay on my enemies, I’m empty of love

I hate when coward rappers try to hate on my craft

So I take away they comfort when they crossing my path

'Cause they fake and when the time comes I’m beating they ass

So I wait until the moment I approach with a mask

Then I break bones in ya fucking face, feel it at last

When I make you all remember what you did in the past

It’s too late but not forgotten when I hit you with gas

In the face then flick my ash and have you burn at the stake

I annihilate, they can try to hate but then I suffocate

Wrapping a bag around ya face taking ya breath away

Better stay outta my visual or I’m hittin' you

Sending you to the hospital clinical getting physical

A fucking problem what I represent, devilish

Leaving no evidence in the investigators presence

The specialist surrounded by impressionist tempts me

To wreak the shit, I’m calling out you pessimist emcees

This is the reckoning, stomp through on a elephant

Developing conquest on rappers turning benevolent

Seeking affection, let me point you in the right direction

Straight off a cliff with a backflip making ground connection

It’s a correction from your gods mistakes

A earth wide disinfection with no objection to fate

It’s getting critical, rappers are parasitical

Identical styles spitting a verse that’s unforgivable

I hate when coward rappers try to hate on my craft

So I take away they comfort when they crossing my path

'Cause they fake and when the time comes I’m beating they ass

So I wait until the moment I approach with a mask

Then I break bones in ya fucking face, feel it at last

When I make you all remember what you did in the past

It’s too late but not forgotten when I hit you with gas

In the face then flick my ash and have you burn at the stake