Knockin at Your Door lyrics

[Verse 1: U-God]
You asked for the rap action pack satisfaction
Snatch over batch kiss the grand dragon
I'm tramplin, the mac spittin, head champion
Back draft crash landin
Last man standing
All aboard, he's full of swords
Chords of confusion
Killa breed guarntee
The guilotine execution
Revolution, air pollution
New brew, a diva ,fairy beaver, meat cleaver, fever, curry speaker
Sweet creature heard me knockin
Dirty rockin, jockin
One stand, wordy sturdy, shell shockin
Unlocked, he fell through the flurry
Hurry, don't worry, cherry blow
Go a yardball, rip a hardcore
Riight

[Chorus: U-God]
Someone knockin at the door
Somebody brining it swell
Y'all really want the f*ckin war
Golden Arms bringing it swell
Somebody knockin at the door
Somebody bringin it swell
Young guns down for the cause
Golden Arms bringin it swell
[Verse 2: Letha Face]
Blast off, Magnum force, stagger from thoughts
Burn em and scorch
German imports adapt to the sport
Smash your corpse like elevator death
Hell raiser techs
Shells fade the vest it dwells in the plate in your chest
Face is stretched from wastin your breath
Scrapin your flesh, patriot blessed warzone
No escapin the death
Snake you inject venom from poison glands
Voice scans destroy man
The only survival-if the recoil jams
Boths hands in pyrex measuring cups
Beretta bust permanent headrush
By the illustrious
Infamous, self destruct 12 bomb mechanisms
Expertism shuts down your power plant systems

[Chorus: U-God]
Somebody rockin hardcore
Sombody bringin it swell
Y'all really want the f*ckin war
Golden Arms bringin it swell
Somebody rockin hardcore
Somebody bringin it swell
Somebody rockin hardcore
Golden Arms bringin it swell
[Verse 3: U-God]
Titanium meth
Drainin em, crainium crack
Strainin your back
Liad flat, play rap limpin
Disco daddy caddy shack
Glad he back, novelty size
Swallow me in poverty pimpin
Finger lickin hood stricken
Muffle detect slide
Shuffle the deck muscle respect, good riddens
Rag time jab through
36 pistons j*rk your wrist in, friction
Crash y'all, since you a fast baller
Gas at last your ass whipping
Ask canned equipment
Risky district sound effect
Kickbox to get lift the gold shipment
The utmost control, cut close, demolish track
Polish my knaps
Now get sufficiently twisted
Guys on top
Want you despise out the meisor
The cryptar bricks hit em'
Rip torn to bits, got flipped shredded, then chipped on the dicer
[Chorus: U-God]
Someone knockin at the door
Someone bringin it swell
Y'all n*ggas really want the war
Golden Arms bringin it swell
Y'all want the f*ckin hardcore
Golden Arms bringin it swell
Young guns out for the cause
Golden Arms ringin the bell
Bell, bell, bell, bell, bell...