My Friends Can Beat up Your Friends

[Verse 1: Billy Obey]
There's a lot I haven't done yet (I'm upset)
I swear Bill would be a fun pet (Until you lose a leg)
Me and Satan share a bunk bed (Straight evil)
Saw the light grant us eyes, now I'm proud during S.O.N.'s set
(I hate people) Picture 'em dying, I pose a threat
They're all dead, they just don't know it yet
We sick, dog, call the vet (Woof)
Don't take it personal, fam
I just keep my circle small like a personal pan (Damn)

[Verse 2: Mr 8 Legz]
Legz a one man army, you better know the deal
Having LLE behind me is defining overkill
Still going hard like we popped too many boner pills
While your favorite artist in a coma off a Soma, still
It's obvious as fuck, I don't know how you can't see
We're eliminating babies, the underground's plan B
A Mack truck driving the wrong way in a Grand Prix
Competition gettin’ sonned like the signing of Camp 3, bitch

[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz]
When we posse up and drop a posse cut
You better hold on to your head ‘cause your skull get crushed
Wanna ball with us, you better cough it up
‘Cause y'all ain’t touchin’ no Long Live Evil
Yo, it’s awful, what, so let them horns go up
Tell the outside world they can all get fucked
Finna burn this bitch down, come and walk with us
In the wreckage, singin’ Long Live Evil

[Verse 3: S.O.N.]
Kiss the rings of the kings who run it
I said it's LLE from the foot to the summit
If you ain't Lee, Bill, Joe, Jacob, or Whip
Or anyone affiliated, you are labeled a bitch
The squabbles of old men that used to be old friends
Incinerate to ash ‘cause the Evil is molten
The power has shifted, we are one of a kind
Infiltrating through your ears and corrupting your mind

[Verse 4: Joe Black]
Do I work out? Nope, no Pilates
But Joe knows somethin’ Bo don't, karate
Iron Mike but with Tyson's fury
Beat that ass in a cat mask, Tyson Furry (Meow)
No commandments in the RAW, abandoned 'em all
Put my hands on my balls, hit a mandible claw
I ain’t right, bring a dyke to a straight fight
Duck a couple straight lefts, land a couple gay rights

[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz]
When we posse up and drop a posse cut
You better hold on to your head ‘cause your skull get crushed
Wanna ball with us, you better cough it up
‘Cause y'all ain’t touchin’ no Long Live Evil
Yo, it’s awful, what, so let them horns go up
Tell the outside world they can all get fucked
Finna burn this bitch down, come and walk with us
In the wreckage, singin’ Long Live Evil

[Verse 5: Whipstick]
So they found me wild in an alleyway
Where I proudly pound in a smiling face
Took a hammer and I clawed it out diagonally
I’ma keep it goin', leave it blown like a powder keg
(Lift off) Summoning evil, a bunch of sick fucks
(Six cuts) Turned into meals, and once I picked ‘em
(Victims) Heard enough to know that if they actin’ up
I’ma take away another limb until it's added up

[Verse 6: Lee Carver]
Friend or foe, I suggest you know
Lee leave you shot dead like the set of The Crow
I get up and go straight to the marijuana
And if you fuckin’ with S.O.N. then I'm Sarah Connor
And if you fuckin with lucha libre familia, I’ma feel your pulse stop
You fuck with Joey or Billy, you silly kumquats
Get gum dropped and propped next to the jukebox
Too many dudes too sonned to get a few knots

[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz]
When we posse up and drop a posse cut
You better hold on to your head ‘cause your skull get crushed
Wanna ball with us, you better cough it up
‘Cause y'all ain’t touchin’ no Long Live Evil
Yo, it’s awful, what, so let them horns go up
Tell the outside world they can all get fucked
Finna burn this bitch down, come and walk with us
In the wreckage, singin’ Long Live Evil