Lyrics The Wreckoning - Lord Lhus

The Wreckoning

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