Slund Cut

I grab the mic and I tear it up, what, this is Slund cut
Rough stuff, shit you can’t get enough, turn it up
The sound from below the underground
My flow won't let go, tear you up in the first round
Here it is, my dark style from the abyss
You're dismissed as your lips get kissed by my fist
Don't resist, turn it up louder
My stuff is more addictive than that fucking white powder
Lyrical executioner
Wanna come and flex, muthaslunda test my stamina
Test my flow, turn around and just go
Don't even look back when my mode is on attack
This is no commercial crap, no whining on a wack track
It's the raw noisy shit known to cause a heart attack
One man rat pack, lyrical maniac
Wanted dead or alive for murdering the track
Yeah, I came here to bring you fear
Lyrical murderer, pain for your ear
Raw stuff, somewhat rough, keep your eyes shut
This is no Mickey Mouse shit, this is Slund cut

Cut, Slund cut
Cut, Slund cut

Lyrical destruction, raw cut production
Going in a noisy and grimy direction
Masked face, no trace, hide in your safe space
Coming through, coming through
Like the invasion of "da mad face"
Oh shit, the beat won’t quit
Watch out for my flow as I start to spit
And I'm never coming wack with my Slund cut attack, no
You know I come correct and you know this ain’t techno
Heck no, this is the real shit you've been waiting for
Feeling like I'm Biggie when I kick in the door

Cut, Slund cut
Cut, Slund cut