(Dirty Box)
Time to bury the bloody hatchet in your
Motherfucking back
I laugh when I hear yo rib cage crack
I'm breakin you down
Fuckin you up like sprack
You always mixin up yo fiction with yo facts
Now i'm'a let you know what the soul for real is
Come correct, let me know what the deal is
Bro, pack your bowl, with my flow
Shit just aint workin out
Now i'm'a have to let you go

(Spyda)
Can't mess with us, better run you must
Junkie ass niggas hands will be cut
The hatchet pierces your heart and soul
Motherfuckin baby niggas cryin, wanna go home
We aint done with your bitch-ho-ass
I spit so hard the flow comes out real fast
Since Halloween I been all up in your ass
Ranked last at school in my motherfuckin class
But I done never gave a fuck so I make nerve gas

[Chorus:] Time to bury the hatchet,
Make that shit go deep
Your ass we attack it,
So you can't sleep
We're not your friends,
That's why the knife will go deep
And if you can't take it,
Then go to fuckin sleep

(Kriminal)
Niggas can't breathe, niggas don't believe
That niggas go black-on-black, cuz niggas can't see
We all the same niggas, even though some can't read
We should fight the racist bastards, instead of the niggas
Ya see?
What the fuck are you german? Fuhrman? Your ass aint learnin
We for real nigga we kill like Persians
All the Kash Killaz ridin in a Ford Excursion
Shoot up the suburds, and shoot up the urban
Racism is alive and the Bush folk denyin it
Political talk nigga and I'm tryin to fight it
Wont stand for this bullshit, that's why we do shit

(Da Sorcerer)
Use my black motherfuckin magic
I'm a motherfuckin cocaine addict
And I've had it, fuck tampax don't pad it
That shit will bleed like you sporadic
Been 5 days you aint dead? Bitch your crabbin
Don't get that shit on me bitch I'm like Aladdin
Your ass will be clappin, I scare you make you crappin

[Chorus:]

(Crooked Ed)
I'm just a god damned sideshow joke like Bob
Motherfucking saying 'Whoa! ' like Black Rob
Hell I'm just trying to get in the hood, dawg
I might not be of your type, but I praise the same God
God also known as the late great Tupac

(Rahim)
The flow is filled with metaphors, and heteroes
Homos and my bros, fight with trench coats
Shoot up you m-fuckers like I shot up Elmo
Big Bird in the trunk smokin weed like a punk
This style I rhyme with aint been used since Kings of Krunk
But we don't get it crunk, we get it fucked up
Drink so much liquor, you'd think we'd have cups
A 5th of vodka followed by fuckin this bitch named Rhonda
Screamin help me Rhonda, when my shit is stuck
Don't matter nigga if it breaks off, nigga your fucked
So I pull the gun and out and this s*** I shoot up
Nothing positive here motherfucker, tough luck
My ego is so big its already squashed some kids
I went to the deep south they callin me nig
Shit like that you can never forget, and never forgive
That's why I'm always up to stab some redneck motherfuckin shit

[Chorus:]

(Dominique)
Aint got a chance to spit? Well I don't give shit
Your mom is givin me brain in your own crib
I took your damn car and got it lifted
Your little sister's pussy? Shit I already ripped it
No spinners that shit is gone nigga its now thrifted
Your ass got hemeroids nigga now you gon shit it?
I don't really pity your ass so tough shit
I bury the hatchet in your ass, fuckin bitch

(G-Mony)
That's the K to tha A to tha S to tha H
Yeah and K to tha I double L and A through Z
Motherfuckers can't fuck with me
Kash Killaz represent

[Chorus:]