[Intro]
Follow me
Yeah
Trigga Tonquez
Loc Saint...
Twisted Insane...
MurdaScriptz...
Eric C the Tempa Tantrum...
Cock back...

[Hook: Loc Saint]
Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon tune
Everybody step back gimme room
Make sure that all your safeties off and the hammers cocked back to go boom
Next up that automatic Trigger from the state called Tha’Wash
Loc Saint unload your clip tongue flip and let your trigger shoot off

[Verse 1: Loc Saint]
Buckin' and ruckin' to pull it, fuck it we nuck it or bullet
You better be duckin' or you’ll be struck in the gullet when I
Suck in the air and prepare for symbolic, erratic and manic
In a panic, harder than granite and with a
Finger up on the trigger to pick up what I'm packin' and you
Better get 'em up, hit 'em up, wet 'em up
Are you ready for the dump of the rounds? Now spit 'em up
'Bout to go down
Trigga tongue throw down
I'm a K-9 headed for the vein line bit 'em up
Ripple through the body with a riddle that I made up
Riddle with a little venom in 'em get sprayed up
Griddle A plus on the flesh get ya grade up
Trigga (hold up) tongue (wait up) tunes
I swear they can't breathe so I gotta take a second
To reload to wreck it in mega mode before my lungs seize
(Yeah right)
Tap into the bad percent of me
Buckin like an automatic with a static anatomy
In my manic in a panic on a radical battery in a battle with a
Rattle from the tip of the tongue that knows none but
Saddlin' up and spittin' so much rhythm outta me I'm bout to
Scatter my guts and put the mainstream rappers on the
Platter with a side of Adobada and I wanna eat 'em
Up 'cause the tracks are wack and weak as fuck
Set 'em all up, call 'em all out
Raining down upon the game like a nuke with a catastrophic fallout
Then we suited up Loc, Twisted Insane, Murda and Tempa to kick 'em all out
I reloaded my trigga to count the kills
When I'm floating my figures be getting bigger by the thrills
Inside of my mind you'll find Jimmy riggin the wheels
Centered within many of my various skills
Everybody getting chills when I make em all feel
That compatible Hannibal real deal
With the gums set steal like a gun ret peeled
My tongue straight back and started crackin' off steel
I'mma open the lips and load clips that'll get ya focused
To note just how the Loc comes real
Wrote this with a opus come and quote this
Trigga finger itchy so I scratched to kill
[Hook: Loc Saint]
Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon tune
Everybody step back gimme room
Make sure that all your safeties off and the hammers cocked back to go boom
Next up that maniac trigger from the state they call killer Cali
Twisted Insane unload yo clip and show em all how you rally

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
Choppin' anybody with karate as I pull up on 'em
Poppin', everybody droppin', some of them are really runnin'
Still I'm feelin' gravy, I'm up in the cemetery, when you
Finished with the millimeter homie I will still be gunnin'
Bust 'em when I kick in door watch 'em with the shit
People really wonderin' like who the fuck I'm with
I don't really get it so I keep a wicked trigger finger
Feelin' hella itchy, I'mma pull on this bitch
I hit 'em with the shit that make a n***a wanna get up out his seat and mess around a mothafucka like a rabbit
Only if I could a been a n***a workin' at a Mickey D's, double cheese but the spit is automatic
Homie it could be erratic with the devastation
Posted with the fiends
Im a sickling
When I rip beings
Never ping
When the clip sing
Hear the phone ring
Let your team get the beasting underground king
I'mma lean on a n***a
Black mask toe tag so sad
When I hit beans on a n***a
I remember when it used to be cool
But that was way before the ratchet bitch put rings on a n***a
Hit 'em with the trigger when I spit and I don't really care if anybody walk away while sayin' he ain't shit
They can eat a fucking dick, I'm it
Hit 'em with a bullet, put 'em in the trunk and hop up in the whip
Then move to the wind
Grippin up on a motherfuckin .40
And I'm faded off the juice and the gin
Loosin' the swim
Doin' bout' a hunned' fifty moving through the night
N***a who's gonna win?
Wasted
I don't really know if I'mma make it
I'mma fucking try it to be at the location
Bathe in a bitch guts right before I cut
Pardon me if I keep anybody waiting
I'm in the fast lane with the pedal to the metal doin' about a hundred eight
Wait, don't wanna be late
Shit, I'mma push through the night
Homie, I don't really wanna miss the brains on my plate
Remain hella great
Probably cuz' I always keep my zip to my own
And my lips on a bong
Anybody wanna go against that, hit 'em up
Make a muthafucka feel the clip from the chrome!
[Hook: Loc Saint]
Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon tune
Everybody step back gimme room
Make sure that all your safeties off and the hammers cocked back to go boom
Next up that fully loaded Trigga from the state they call Wash Town
MurdaScriptz unload yo clip and show em how you get down

[Verse 3: MurdaScriptz]
Murda kill em with the venom like a fully automatic
Send em packing into panic when they end up in the attic
With machetes for the battle
Cause you gunners busting
Sum it up it fits better when you fucking with the devil
The militia busting naval
Cause your navy's so [?]
But you never want a runner
I was raised to be a rebel
I dishevel anybody that will bring it to the table
If you tipping with the label then I'm gunnin' through your navel
And I'm out to get the paper, if you get into my way
I'mma shank you with the razor, disappear into the vapor
I'm an animal I take it back
A pistol like a prissy person
Levitate the baby then you know I can disable
Now you ready for the maggots anybody will remember
How I did it body kill it in a minute I'mma finish
With the sickest in the Valley, shoot my [?] into a rival
Poppin' triggers and deliver ammunition off the rifle
I'm a psycho
Take a battle and you battle like a rattle
When I'm sick enough to bite I'll get aggressive like a wonder
That'll stop you gonna tell us sitting dirt
Then a temple
I'm a tier Christian
Busting like a taffy in the turf
Feel the power when it kinda busting
Automatic thunder
Never wind up in the belly cause it's just to be a gutter
Better go and find your cover I'm a fucking helicopter
Chopping other motherfucker if he thinking that he's tougher
Pissing I will get it when I spit it to a sucker
And if others try to profit I will cut em like a butter
Cut em in to pieces then send em to the mother
No, another body missing better come up undercover
Then I can depend it when they cut up with a sawed off
And if anybody really wanna come and have a problem
We can settle the vendetta when I pull out the beretta
Put 'em in a body bag in the acid with a saw
So you better step back when the gat blast
Finger on the trigger when I bust and I rush to attack that
When it pop on the block like a black hammer
Scriptz, Loc Saint, Insane and the Tantrum
Fit to get upended with a fifty and a strap blast
Feel the wrath of a killer
Trigger matic and it's like that
Trigga Tonguez on a mission with a vision for the fast rap
Ready for collision when the guns go bap bap
[Hook: Loc Saint]
Welcome to a Trigga Tongue Goon tune
Everybody step back gimme room
Make sure that all your safetys off and the hammers cocked back to go boom
Next up that machine gun trigger from the state of Colorado
Tempa Tantrum unload your clip just like you stepped into battle

[Verse 4: Eric C. The Tempa' Tantrum]
It's that
Colorado demon killer comin' to kill every demon up inside of your body
Reppin' the name of the Father in Heaven when I be covered up in the blood of a ?juvie? to attack Illuminati
Steppin' up into the party and pullin' out a fully automatic weapon
That be ready for whenever you thinking that you be ready to go to war with a brother from Colorado
Because I'ma hit 'em up with a million bullets
Yeah
With the weapon of the warfare then I be takin' the shots with they carnal
Steadily, my league up in the heavenly father when I be slippin' the clip and breakin' every one of your strongholds
T-t-t-Tantrum feeling the holy spirit up inside of me
Demons better get ready to run
See the devil up inside of you making your body shake and be the one that rippin' it when you bumpin' your gums
Ain't nobody that be steppin' to the wisdom of the father, gotta get rid of any demon that wanna argue
Rippin' the tongue up outta your mouth, lookin' dressed to kill
I got a Colombian necktie for you, haha
I already know one day we be winnin'
Coppin' the W because the Father in Heaven given his only begotten to be crucified on the cross for my sins, couple of days later arisen
Pull the trigger let the Glock sing
Pop bang
Hot flame
Octane
Not playin'
Y'all lame
Christ reigns
You better believe it the day He finna be comin', everybody finna look up at the sky
Watchin' the Father in Heaven comin' up outta the clouds on a white horse, already knowin' I'm finna ride