Y'all Picked This F***t!

[Intro] *BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG* **“I WARNED YOU CLOWNS NOT TO TEST THESE WHITEBOYS!”** [Verse 1] Y’all picked a f***t, now the reaper’s in town, *(CLACK-SLASH-BANG)* We don’t chat—just crack skulls, shut ’em down! *(CLICK-SPIN-BLAST)* Steel fists swingin’, boot heels stained black, Diesel smoke, cash stacks, no turnin’ back. Step too close? We paint walls with your shame, Engine roar, headlights blind, no escape. Came for b***d? Get a coffin instead, Ice-cold fists, we don’t chase what you fled. [Chorus] Callus-handed, iron grip, no slack, Roll in, drop shells, leave ’em sacked. “Night-night, bitch!” *(BLAM-BLAM)*—final breath they lack, White boy storm—ain’t no trackin’ back! [Verse 2] Steel-toe justice cracks through the night, Holler-town kings with a vengeance bite. *(PUMP-SHUCK-BOOM)* Bible of bullets, each verse is a hit, Cross the line—get buried in a pit. Grind in our teeth, hellfire in our veins, Speak our name once, you’ll c***e on the pain. Junkyard titans with a lust to destroy, Leave your crew mangled in the dirt, unemployed. [Bridge] *(KA-BOOM-KA-BOOM)* “You thought this fake?!”—we bathe in flames, Skid marks, death grip, no quit, no chains. Y’all just targets in our crosshair sights, White boy fury—Judgment Night. [Chorus] Callus-handed, iron grip, no slack, Roll in, drop shells, leave ’em sacked. “Night-night, bitch!” *(BLAM-BLAM)*—final breath they lack, White boy storm—ain’t no trackin’ back! [Outro] *(G*****e echoes, engine revs fade into hollow wind)*