System Blower
Yeah, we came to blow your system (blow)
You know what I'm sayin'? Kill it or die
Braggin' about how you had it all dialed
Well, what's up now when your shit is-
How I'm comin', why im slingin'
Where I'm from and what I'm bringin'
Tell your cousins, best stop sleepin'
'Cause I'm bustin' for no reason
At random murder, killing season
But no one heard me, cold blood creepin'
Full tilt swervin' through your bleedin'
System burnin' to its knees and beggin' for mercy
While I'm leanin' hard to the left
And clockin' a-gripsin' the death pockets of the head knock rhythm
System (system), blower (blower), system over (blow)
Yeah, we came to blow your system (blow)
You know what I'm sayin'? Kill it or die
Braggin' about how you had it all dialed
Well, what's up now when your shit is-
And blow your system, system blower (blow)
Stupid dope fiend beat low hung blood
Spray all over the death stomp drums
Scum worshipping, speaker ripping
Punk weight holding heretics
Boundary reapin', frequency freakin' out
'Til we're like, "That track sound so sick"
System (system), blower (blower), system over (blow)
Got heads jumpin' out their skin
Talkin' 'bout, "Come on, death grip me again"
No need to wonder if it's gonna crack
Hell no, you can bet
We're fit to burn the house to the ground
Soon as the sound gets checked
System (system), blower (blower), system over (blow)
Yeah, we came to blow your system
You know what I'm sayin'? Kill it or die
Braggin' about how you had it all dialed
Well, what's up now when your shit is-
System (system), blower (blower), system over (blow)
Yeah, trick, go fetch my whip
Gotta let a mark know who he's fuckin' with
Ruthlessly skin a chump just for kicks
Can't fuck with this, sadomaso-kiss my fist
Suck my dick, its not cool
I'm too sick, what time is it
System (system), blower (blower), system over (blow)
Deep in the klink base, cut straight to the chase
Like a triple shot of 180 proof
Kill-o-watts riots, audio violence
Breaks your windows and takes all the loot
System (system), blower (blower), system over (blow)
Silver coin on your eyes, forever closed
Raise the dead
How long I been tired of that old
Can't nod my head
Shit is over
System (system) blower (blower)
System blower (blower)
You know what I'm sayin'? Kill it or die
Braggin' about how you had it all dialed
Well, what's up now when your shit is-
How I'm comin', why im slingin'
Where I'm from and what I'm bringin'
Tell your cousins, best stop sleepin'
'Cause I'm bustin' for no reason
At random murder, killing season
But no one heard me, cold blood creepin'
Full tilt swervin' through your bleedin'
System burnin' to its knees and beggin' for mercy
While I'm leanin' hard to the left
And clockin' a-gripsin' the death pockets of the head knock rhythm
System (system), blower (blower), system over (blow)
Yeah, we came to blow your system (blow)
You know what I'm sayin'? Kill it or die
Braggin' about how you had it all dialed
Well, what's up now when your shit is-
And blow your system, system blower (blow)
Stupid dope fiend beat low hung blood
Spray all over the death stomp drums
Scum worshipping, speaker ripping
Punk weight holding heretics
Boundary reapin', frequency freakin' out
'Til we're like, "That track sound so sick"
System (system), blower (blower), system over (blow)
Got heads jumpin' out their skin
Talkin' 'bout, "Come on, death grip me again"
No need to wonder if it's gonna crack
Hell no, you can bet
We're fit to burn the house to the ground
Soon as the sound gets checked
System (system), blower (blower), system over (blow)
Yeah, we came to blow your system
You know what I'm sayin'? Kill it or die
Braggin' about how you had it all dialed
Well, what's up now when your shit is-
System (system), blower (blower), system over (blow)
Yeah, trick, go fetch my whip
Gotta let a mark know who he's fuckin' with
Ruthlessly skin a chump just for kicks
Can't fuck with this, sadomaso-kiss my fist
Suck my dick, its not cool
I'm too sick, what time is it
System (system), blower (blower), system over (blow)
Deep in the klink base, cut straight to the chase
Like a triple shot of 180 proof
Kill-o-watts riots, audio violence
Breaks your windows and takes all the loot
System (system), blower (blower), system over (blow)
Silver coin on your eyes, forever closed
Raise the dead
How long I been tired of that old
Can't nod my head
Shit is over
System (system) blower (blower)
System blower (blower)
Credits
Writer(s): Stefan Corbin Burnett, Zachary Charles Hill, Andrew Morin
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