[Introduction]
Sadat X
Snowgoons
Sweetenberg
Well ride
It is what is, dawg
From the Rhineland
(Over here!)
To East River
(Over here!)
Yankee Stadium
It is what is!

[Verse One: Punchline]
I spit fire when I jump in the booth
Straight arsonist, I’m highly marketed to the underground, it’s targeted
Rhymes get better with time, I put my heart in it
Don’t swine when I dine but this microphone I’m hogging it
Twenty-two days on the road, lifestyle out of control
Like a baker I’m getting this dough
Another country, another hole, more drama
In the hotel killing that Bush like Osama
Punch and the Snowgoons, we keep the crowd moving
The hottest, we not losing, we don’t give a bumsen
Choosing to be the Scheiße, we all riding
Your rap career's the reason the rap game’s dying
Don’t knock brothers, we hustle with block huggers
My niggas coming for that head like a cocksucker
All wack ass rappers we straight riding
Go against the Road Warriors and you’re dying

[Hook: Fel Sweetenberg]
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder, the next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and bold enough to smolder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder, the next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and bold enough to smolder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors

[Verse Two: Fel Sweentenberg]
Yo Sadat X, Sweetenberg connect
The Goons of Snow let loose the blow come at your neck most direct
A major problem that your department cannot correct
You’re sick as heck, the black David Berkowitz
I roam the set, comb the streets for known threats
Uphold the rep, the chosen vets compose a sketch for all them checks yes
Send in your rec inside a folder on my desk
So you best, the pony express of urban sets
It’s wordless so each word is curved liked an S
Get strangled till your last word float off your last breath
You’re lower than earthworms come out of dead flesh
At the venue extra fresh autograph signing breasts
Every ghetto, every city, every borough, every hood
It’s all just unwritten, everybody understood
And think you’re sweet if you can like Little Engine That Could
Hit the road and flood the engine Warriors hey yo what’s good

[Hook: Fel Sweetenberg]
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder, the next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and bold enough to smolder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder, the next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and bold enough to smolder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors

[Verse Three: Sadat X]
Splash fest, splash on her chest, stain up her guests
The cowboy range is the world
Get drunk, see Earl
Mom you not safe, blow the whole eighth, Sadat's flossing
One to the nozzle, cash rule everything around me
Dude wanna pound me, these faggots annoying, y’all know the voice
I come straight off the vine man, might stay in the Rhineland
With Ana and Greta, she touched me, I let her
Many moves, Snowgoons, Snobodies, you’re all funny moneys
To bills with George face, see the Benjies, only time, same in the sky
The apple of my mama eye, I get high, Jerry Guire
Of course Atlanta gonna burn, I holla and she don’t say a word
Play the odds, how the fuck you gonna play the gods?
Understand the cowboy rides alone
You get hit with the stone, fuck that you gonna bury your own

[Hook]