Gas Chambers
[Verse 1: Lethal]
Death is in the air breathing in this bitter sweet
Burnt  psyche powder make it drink your tea
Ring the alarm selecting a song
The apocalypse in the rap world when making a bomb
When I strapping it on and when the track is involved
I murder many different from rocks is  at dawn
Yeah, my shit is lethal, my shit is brand new
It's that intuition values new shit can't fool
When it's rhyme time I decipher from the gas tank
One spark I leave your bud inside of ashtray
When it's crime time I get money the fast way
Your not a boy getting credit in your gas name
I was up alright, I was freestylin' at night
You get knocked in the nose and I freestyle my life
West Coast nor Kyle spittin' vocals
To show  we can make it to a fashion more style
No fair Royale is burned that is affiliated
Serial hit making this is space simulated
Welcome to the Darkside this is Africa during a part  side
Rally up some sound with war cries
I'm Lethal with a weapon son is bringing in Agent Orange
Insane for the dangerously rap clowns you've been warn
Haters love me and I love haters
Bizmarkie is keeping the Vapors in the Gaschambers
[Verse 2:]
Gas for me laugh outlast until the last we
Well craft of mastery we just attacked your dream boat
Mad at us status coming at us since blasphemy
Lack of team doing the half the steam
This is raining Gatsby exactly what the doctor ordered
A rhyme order sittin' here without borders
I put the mask on I spit out saw dust
The Grand Canyon couldn't match the greatest
Too much in it for the wrap paper
See the last faking it tryin' act danger
You got one way ticket to the gas chamber
I'm not a nap taker hard work from the game I'll relax later
Fuck around and get stepped on like lawn papers
Just prove to the makers the movers and shakers
Tell 'em the school is the greatest
Assassinate to make you move send 'em niggas to the tombs
(Cough, Cough, Cough) Choke on 'em fumes

[Verse 3: Jaysun]
Machine gun preachers huff them off there mouth
Put you fuckers in the cans like Oscar the Grouch
Get up off your shoulders and get off the couch
I take a bullet of speakers pull it up like fuck it we're out
It's the type that will grouch or maybe pull the dragons out
It will be hidin' in the shit that will never subsided or try to grab it
It's the West Coast Trade they get L's boy
We rock harder and fill it like a Hell's boy
Jaysun  I'll start making it in the lab
I'm a Chemist shit's who start breaking bad
I'm minding adverbs and rhyming words
This is a beat there is no way like a blinding urge
Cross real raps and grab your girl we are coming for war
We are not Soviet's in the Cold War
So bare witness to the last of commutes clash
The son done illegal of Dane been the longest grab
(Aha) see what you've been missing
It's the flood that don't stop when you are drunk pissing
It will be the afterlife when you are straight rugged right
We fucking with some heavyweights now get off the Tab E Lites
We are tired of getting dirty in the club females are burning it
They are down in the ground respecting  suckers are earning it
To bad we couldn't get the species endangered
Take a deep breath and enter the gaschamber