Bars of Death - C-Lance ft. Merkules, Twista

Twista, I see you

You know what it is

C-Lance, Bars of Death

Motherfuckers wanna hate on me

'Cause they know that I stay on my J-O-B

I guess that's life like "C'est la vie"

Got your girl on my dick, she a H-O-E

I'ma run this shit till my ankles bleed

Twista *gunshot* a straight OG

Then pull up at the spot with the thang on me

And my chain all freeze, heard they want beef

In a hard knock life like H-O-V

I'ma stand on that till I break my knees

Somewhere out in Philly eatin' steak and cheese

Not OVO but the Drake's on me

So anybody thinkin' they as nice as us

Better speak up now, your vagina's tucked

I been through it all, through the minor bumps

And now that I gotta bust I'ma light you up

We'll put the beef on the Kaiser bun

Where the outlet at bitch? I'm the plug

A lot of y'all dudes are disguised as thugs

Till I'm robbin' hoods like Friar Tuck

Fall back but I'm simply dangerous

Warfare, all I bring is anguish

Pistols aim, then I hit your face

And split your brains if you disobey this

Instantaneous, all your limbs get ripped off

For tryna swim with gators

I'm sick and this shit's contagious

If I was you I'd keep a distance maybe

I don't think you want any part of this (no no)

Pull up with a mask like Anonymous (oh no)

Like someone saw me we got a problem, bitch (no no)

The boy been a beast since the condom ripped (so gross)

Fill 'em with a rocket when I gotta bust

Comin' from the bottom was a lot of us

Now they fuckin' with it when the bottom up

Popular 'cause I don't wanna be anonymous

I don't wanna be another lookin' outta luck

I don't wanna be another body for the murder

Not a victim in the middle of the night and when a

Motherfucker get up in the party with a burner

I just wanna be a nigga better with the etiquette

And kill 'em when I hit 'em with the rhetoric

Comin' with the vitamin and the mineral of the music

Melody can be a medicine

Feel the rhythm of the veteran, I'm better than

Whoever you put in front of me, I don't wanna brag

I'm just comin' with the confidence

So when you really look into it you can see I want a bag

Hit 'em with the dialect of a speaker with intellect

And I don't wanna dumb it, down

But I gotta make, sure they

Understand it, when I, run it, down

Spit a-bout a hunnid rounds when I do a style

I'ma leave 'em without a body, without a way to live

All you, do is, drown

In a room full of sound

Make you move with the dose

With a groove to the head

And a tune to the throat

Feel the doom from the notes

Flow so sharp that it scarred your breath

Verses of Torture, Lyrics of Fury, Bars of Death

I don't think you want any part of this (no no)

Pull up with a mask like Anonymous (oh no)

Like someone saw me we got a problem, bitch (no no)

The boy been a beast since the condom ripped (so gross)

I don't think you want any part of this (no no)

Pull up with a mask like Anonymous (oh no)

Like someone saw me we got a problem, bitch (no no)

The boy been a beast since the condom ripped (so gross)