[Verse 1: Dogmatic & Strike]
This is a bomb scare, fires on your hair
Terrorists live here but I don't care
I'm making potholes when I stomp, so don't stare
I stop to stomp competiton with both [?]
How dare? Little soldier at ease
We shake down these streets like Parkinson's Disease
We parking the road trees plus load the weapons
Everything from six shooters, to high Tech ones
If a green beams things to my suggestion
Burn a big whole in your belly like indigestion
With one question, who the fuck is Dogmatic?
An underground nigga but this nigga's above average
It's serious! Who can understand what I'm saying?
Yo team tell them niggas (We ain't playing!)
It's like you open a can of worms or smoked gans
I got bloody hands and burners that make you dance!

[Chorus: Dogmatic]
This shit is serious! Niggas rolling up in trucks
[?] cocked back, nothing left to discuss
It's serious! We'll put your body in our trunk
Wrapped up and stuff in a pair cuffs (This shit is serious!)
Niggas rolling up in trucks
[?] cocked back, nothing left to discuss
It's serious! Don't put your body in our trunk
Wrapped up and slumped in a pair cuffs (This shit is serious!)

[Verse 2: Strike]
Yo I'm Serious as they speak about
With a bulletproof vest and two nines out, I run up in The White House
You wanna beef?
You gon' see niggas jumping out of Lincoln like the cartel on your street
Pop the trunk, pull out the flamethrower
Burn you down and run over your face with the lawnmower
I run with cats like Sadam and Osama
And they're a fact, who fucking with these suicidal bombers?
Mountain Climbaz love seeing blood shed
With a twelve gauge strapped on me like it's my third leg
Born assassin, don't make this a closed casket
One shot got your crew walking all backwards
Dirty like muddy shoes
Ask the last victim who got found face-down floating down in a bloody pool
Even police get hit with the .45
And after this song I'm worth more dead than alive

[Chorus: Dogmatic]
This shit is serious! Niggas rolling up in trucks
[?] cocked back, nothing left to discuss
It's serious! We'll put your body in our trunk
Wrapped up and stuff in a pair cuffs (This shit is serious!)
Niggas rolling up in trucks
[?] cocked back, nothing left to discuss
It's serious! Don't put your body in our trunk
Wrapped up and slumped in a pair cuffs (This shit is serious!)

[Verse 3: Proof]
Non-vindictive, like Kim Lipstick and get a nose bleed
My blow speed is like my hands working ten stick shifts
Captain asked to stick a finger in the barrel of a Mac 10
Snatching the driver out the black Benz
Smashing his contact lens, my life start when his contract ends
"Go kiss-and-tell and contact Kim!"
Let's be factually, actually y'all ain't after me
I'm up early with Regis, y'all beef is without the Kathy Lee
Turned up my battery and go to war happily
How you gon' call my bluff when you scared to send a fax to me?
My factulty gun's drawn, one wrong move dudey!
And it's too [?] turn your body into a gangster movie
For not being real, scared to pop with the steel
I got skeletons in my house, every closet is filled
Now how does it feel with this Baretta to ya dome?
And to know that ya mom's know that you was never coming home?

[Chorus: Dogmatic]
This shit is serious! Niggas rolling up in trucks
[?] cocked back, nothing left to discuss
It's serious! We'll put your body in our trunk
Wrapped up and stuff in a pair cuffs (This shit is serious!)
Niggas rolling up in trucks
[?] cocked back, nothing left to discuss
It's serious! Don't put your body in our trunk
Wrapped up and slumped in a pair cuffs (This shit is serious!)