Lyrics and Music written and produced by Scott Callahan
Lyrics
To all the bitch ass fakers that talk shit
We riding in the night to find your team
Your final day is here, time for you to quit
You better run quickly, you better scream
Mercy is for the weak, you gonna get it all
You don't deserve to even say our name
Get on the ground, time to beg and crawl
You brought this on yourself, you are to blame
Many Wankstas Wish Death Upon Us
But you are not ready to play like real men
You are alone and there is no one to trust
They will never be able to find you, amen
What made you think to take us on
You are nothing and never will be more
Disloyalty in your heart, the lines are drawn
You are about to find out the meaning of war
You are weak copies of thugs and queens
Fake, basic hacks that are over their head
We are like shadows never to be seen
You ain't going to do shit when you are all dead
Many Wankstas Wish Death Upon Us
But you are not ready to play like real men
You are alone and there is no one to trust
They will never be able to find you, amen
Mama said to knock you out, but I will do more
At your funeral, they will say Who shot ya?
We ride deep and are knockin on the door
Your girl's favorite, the East Coast Outlaws
Many Wankstas Wish Death Upon Us
But you are not ready to play like real men
You are alone and there is no one to trust
They will never be able to find you, amen