Rangers (feat. Papa Sleep, Lord Distortion, Sulph & Navvvi)

Homie got his tounge tied
Boutta get his tounge sliced
Cut it off cut it off
Next up get the sawed off
Stridawalk on an outline made of chalk
Little dots on the map getting baked into rocks
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
Do what I like I just ask for a price
Now I live by the gun I dont care if you gung ho
Go and get your gun hoe leave the clique looking bare bone
Blow a bullet through your dome
Mercenaries we the military knocking on your front door
Bitch give me head and I take her whole spine wit it
Blow out her back and im back on my grind bitch

Boutta get a lesson flexing overtime
Mercenaries shifting shit to overdrive
Over loaded magazine get ducking
Like a loaded nine
Covert like the roaches in your walls
And just as gross, this time
Gonna take the fall for what I've got around the corner ight
It gets yucky dumping rocks
Bloody knuckles on the chalk
Think he lucky but he not
I got a bundle in the loft
Storming on this bitches land
His tongue is getting locked
Got that armory within the van
He drug from out his spot
Bullets hit his wig and split it in
He tryin for his truck
But we got aim for the ignition switch
Got him floating in the river Styx
Bloated up body now its looking like he Michelin
Intervention on his fitted cap
He claiming that he with the shit but all I hear is dirty cap
When we coming thru you're getting lapped
Taking away your shine and ill be betting you won't get it back

Mercenaries walking right into your nest
With orders, guns and a bulletproof vest
Bless the troops, fuck the rest
Nametag on our necklace
Surprise, kill, vanish, leave you breathless
Weird, it seems that you and you're team
Are fast on their feet, at least when you flee
Weird, it seems that you and your guys
Won't snitch from the pain but time flies
Mercenaries we deliver, the scene acting like divas
Stab you in the liver
The rest ain't up to the test
Breach door, flashbang, shots to the chest
Mercenaries, orders are orders
Tunnelvision like in corridors
Mercenaries, orders are orders
Tunnelvision like in corridors

Pick up off the bones that you crows up always filter
Breaking up the mary but you breaking up the fillers
Just a couple water bottles and the furnace off his throne
Down a fifth of vodka and he dolphin dive up in a prone
Meet me in that highrise
Meet me in that estate
Swear ill break up all tides
Swear ill break up all fates
Homie better make a plan cuz music aint a pension
Talk is always bigger down the barrel, intervention
I aint gotta fiend boy
Mercenaries be the fukn team boy