[Intro: Thanos (Damon Poitier)]
Humans, they are not the cowering wretches we were promised. They stand. They are unruly and therefore cannot be ruled. To challenge them is to court death

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Buksmash on these bitches I’m the reason fluids leaking out
I brought my homies with me, yeah, the goons are creeping out
I got my hands around they necks, I think they sleeping now
There will be no more disrespecting me from here on out
Everybody want what they can’t get, wannabes wanna rap but they can’t spit
They try to act hard like they’re mad shit but they’re runnin like a bitch when the MAC hit
Why do they think that they better than us?
Showing respect is just never enough
The motto I follow “In choppers we trust”
Hit 'em with hollows put them in the dust

[Verse 2: Boondox]
Bow down to the one they call the king of Babylon (Boondox)
The scarecrow, bitches here comes Abaddon (Armageddon)
Yeah motherfuckers this is Judgement Day
On yo knees to Jesus nonbelievers better learn to pray
The anti-antichrist with a Mossberg pump and a taste for blood
You want some good advice, don’t fuck with a dude who plays in mud
The southern devil with a shovel and a pine box
Burying the competition this is where you’ll find ‘Dox

[Verse 3: Claas]
Yeah, see I’ll put these n***as in caskets (yeah)
Anybody in the way better pray that they don’t get they back hit (yeah)
Cause I ain’t fuckin' 'round, been rockin' that fuck you sound
Fuck you clowns, though in a minute I’ll kill a n***a and put it down
This ain’t a game, we ain’t playin’, leave him tangled up
I’m runnin’ deep with TCH, they'll find him mangled cuz
They ran their mouths, but we 'bout it soon as the flames hitting
I’m a little bit mindless to the violence, I'll leave 'em brainless
[Verse 4: Psycho Jesus]
Like a volley I'mma serve ‘em, the shotties bodied the vermin
We remaining sucker free, make these fuckers bleed from they sternums
Releasing what l’ve learned about squeezing three from the burner
To avenge the underground like my only child who was murdered
Middle finger with the wrists slit, spitting out the lyrics to reflect upon
They say I’m a misfit, but connected to my weapon Decepticon
The blasphemers with grievances, Psycho Jesus, the underground’s heathen and only god to believe in

[Verse 5: Liquid Assassin]
That lyrical surgery serve to be servin’ purposely
Verbally murk emcees, hurling Hercules words in first degree
Murder verses, no perjury
Punish producers perfectly, done perfectly
The perfect person with perfect precision certainly
I’m a savage animal with ammo that’s from the mandible
I’m Rambo and Hannibal wrapped up into one
And I go ham around any amateur caliber rapper and his clone (aye)
Liquid Assassin attackin leaving fragments of bone (let's do it)

[Verse 6: Kidcrusher]
Eat flesh, I'm gonna fucking eat brains. I'm gonna ugh
Licking all the blood up off the floor, a fucking cannibal
They call me prince because they think I’m really two faced
Standing in my cave and smoking weed I think I’m white man
A dark knight, doing good, think I’m doing bad
They don't play for shit, I like all of that motherfucker
I’m the crocodile hunter and I say “crickey”
Where’s my fuckin beer mate, put your fuckin hands up
[Verse 7: Whitney Peyton]
The pain in me is, all I need is just one second, I
Am gonna show you why I’m finally being recognized
Whitney’s the realest, all these other chicks they be disguised
I’m here on a mission, back with a vengeance, don’t even be surprised
Who’s the girl with the flip flops on, wowing everybody with the hip hop songs
Came from the bottom, got my tank top on
I know I’m gonna blow, it is just not long
Rock on, cause I came to rage
I get hype, you can blame my age
Weight falls in the booth, I stay insane
Bath salts I’m craving brain

[Verse 8: The R.O.C]
Bang bang rhymes just rang out I threw it
Who the fuck is him, it’s R.O.C’s influence
When I insert berserk like I’m stupid, goin all dumb
Blast on myself cock back I knew it
Cause I’m my worst enemy, I came to do it
Cause you’re my worst enemy and simply stupid
Cause I’m my worst enemy, rat tat tat
Fire, fire, duck and weave
Fire, fire, these words like bees
Sting emcees, n***as squeeze like “ooh”
Getting hit with that bitty, dodging bullets like please
Ain’t no way to get past The R.O.C’s flow
Zip line in and wipe out the combo
I’m not mad, just that close to psycho
Kiss my ass, I’m gon' suck like lipo
[Verse 9: Ajax]
And I rep my team, hash click hash click boy that’s your scene (bitch)
Go so hard, rocking on the mic
I make the whole motherfuckin’crowd wet their jeans (ow)
So respect my scheme
Make the haters hate, make the sexy scream
Glowsticks in hands, you shit your pants
When you close your eyes and ingest the beams
Never cross my green, king of the burbs, just a restless fiend
Say my name, you gon' get some love (get some love)
Look into my eyes, they got a festive gleam
Drop some ‘cid then I bless the swing
Detroit boys and we rep the scene
They call me Ajax, my breath is stinking my beats are dirty but the rest is clean
Bitch

[Verse 10: GrewSum]
Ha ha body bag, I'mma hit em with it like a boxing match
Tell me little buddy why you got so mad
Cause we killin' it for real and we don’t want yo trash
GrewSum, that’s who I am
What’s up with those tracks you buying
They wack as hell so those rappers fail
Well I’m back from hell and I’m crack supplying
Donnie Darkflow it's over when I want your heart
Hold composure when I chop your parts
Mold the sofa, now I call that art
Snortin' coke and overdosing, you’ll get it soon
Met your doom at the next full moon
In the dead zone I'mma make your head go boom, Like endo bloom, like an exit wound

[Verse 11: SCUM]
They-they-they-they call me Scum, I am the tombstone on your children’s graves
It's Lyrikal Snuff, rough enough to be what every one of our followers craves
Deliver the sickness and witness mass murder and group suicides taking place
I’m hitting them hard like a brick to the back of the head or a bat to they face
So fuck 'em all, if they ain’t with us then they don’t exist
We 'bout to blow up like the backpack of a terrorist
I got me a list of some names, everyone destined for an obituary page
No exit wounds when I blow they heads off with my sawed off gauge

[Verse 12: F.Dux]
Picture me, F.Dux with a knife in my hand, what's up y'all? (Hey how ya doing?)
One cut, two cut, three cuts to your guts and your blood in the hands and they’re spewing
We could play, wanna bang? But you chicken
Pray to God but he ain’t gonna save ya
I’m proud to be an oddity, banned from society
And I come from the bottom of the gutter
Kill beef, like Ruben, you stutter
I’m hard, you butter
Watch your mouth cause the .45 mag don’t stutter
Peep a hole, made it back 'bout the size of a hubcap
Get smoked like a dub sack
Bout blew my high with your bullshit, bitch I’m trynna get my buzz back
Dux

[Verse 13: Jason Porter]
Jason Porter, all he raps about drugs
So I hit the club with mixtapes when my stash is dried up
Staring at you at the Waffle House, in the middle of the night trynna cop an ounce
Dropping out when I pop a sound, and get the fuck out, I got enough rocks for now
The doctors got me in a passive mode
My coke fits are bigger than Axl Rose
Pissed off at the way that I handle hoes
Pullin' up with a Glock and a pair of Bose
On a magic carpet with a hair in my hose, and I’m all coked up and don’t wear any clothes
You’re blown out like a pipe bomb, your pussy got more room than an iPod

[Verse 14: Ronnie Blaze]
Underground’s finest, now tell me what’s next to prove
Split your neck in two, leave you laying with a bunch of exit wounds
Team R2, five star general plays, I’m calling shots, y’all are not
Looking kinda funny running from my fallen hots
Ballin or not, still dumping shells from the side of my black truck
You fat fucks fakin' while I’m collecting fat bucks
Ask around, bet you find out that nothing’s fake
I’ll show up at your church and rob the fuckin' collection plate

[Verse 15: Donnie Darko]
Yeah look, fuck everybody (fuck 'em)
Yeah I’m fuckin' pissed (yeah)
Pedophile n***as, stay fucking kids
Penn State shit, you won’t fucking live (naw)
What track you ever crush
I heard your fucking diss
Treat you like a bitch
Blow you a fucking kiss
9 milli with good aim, I won’t fucking miss (lets go)
It’s Darko and this d is the clip
Sutter Kain is the boss and my rivals can suck a dick
Motherfucker

[Verse 16: Sutter Kain]
Raping babies, castrating some old ladies
Illuminati want my body, I am fucking crazy
Put a bullet in your head and make your brain splatter
Grab a fork and a spoon and eat your brain matter
Fuck your bitch in the ass until she starts to shit
Take my dick out her ass and make her suck that shit
And when she vomit I'ma shove it down her throat
Take a hit of DMT and a nose full of coke, yeah

[Verse 17: Kung Fu Vampire]
As you peel the pile of bodies up off me, can we do it a little bit softly
My girls need a lot more room, don’t worry they will not breathe
Proceed to breed, from my undead seedery
Supercharged when I need to be
Smelling like the teen spirit of a sad Norwegian queen, there’s a difference between you and a king
Kung Fu Vampire, giving you nowhere to run to
I’m robotic, subsonic, composed and honest, methodic, erotic
So demonic, I’ll be the cannibal analyst, never the animatronic
And I’m sitting on your carpet while I’m drinking gin and tonic
And I’m higher than the mountain that I haunted

[Verse 18: Mars]
It’s that west coast Cali killer, my n***a pull yo knives out
And if you’re coming to my city we gon' find out
Finna blow yo mind out, then I’ll let my nuts flow
Knocking yo bitch, talking shit and take yo bank roll
I know you heard the stories hoe, they say I’m getting gory bro
Kicking in the door, stick my gat in like a glory hole (yeah)
Every time you see me, another body gets found
Motherfuck on you hoes, get my doe, prince of the underground