[Hook - Dopey Rotten]
Look into the shadows
Thats where you’ll find us
Preparing for the battle
Look into the shadows
European vandals too much to handle

[Verse 1 - Dopey Rotten]
Rock full capacity
Cause more tragedies
Rotten highly flammable flow like gasoline
Life’s like a vivid dream
Goons got the guillotine
Still got the killer team
Maztek make ‘em scream
Get ya sun screen
Tom green noting’ funny
This is unseen
Drop dirty bombs
Never come clean
Fuck your 16
Never get cream
Only fight you win is on split screen
You get me
So who’s out to get me?
Ammo, got plenty
Now you all friendly
Walked away, tensely
Made a wise choice
Come test me, bless G
Battle to the death see
Make it end quickly
DOD’s with me
Always move swiftly
A massacre of MC’s
Killed about 60
Look into the shadows
Always stays risky
Prepare for the battle
We always stay shifty
[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Skits Vicious]
Shadow battle double barrel bow and arrow piercing
Bone marrow, flesh rock metal makes ya ears ring
Vision of a serpent in the desert
Solar panel body parts
Battery recharges every second
Look into the shadows
Tell me what you reckon
I reckon I be wrecking’ shit
Recognise the weapon
Eleven fourteen
It might happen in a second
And when the reaper comes calling’
He won’t leave a message
Illest in the game
Yeah we’re killin’ em insane
Every night we’re talkin’
Like its Pinky & The Brain
I got the taste of blood
And I’ve never been the same
Give me all you got
I don’t care about the fame
Look into the shadows
Read between the lines
Take a subtle(?) seat
And see the signals and the signs
Tingle in ya spine
Yes we linger in ya mind
I middle finger fucked the industry
And lived the grind
[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Jay Reaper]
Look into the shadows
And see me
Look the devil right in the eye
You will see me
Look up in the sky where I’m high
You will see me
Comin’ with that fire
Sire, Believe me
Buy my CD
I brainwash like TV
The ouija
You Need Me
Like ouija I’m creepy
Yet Dreamy
You wonder like Stevie
I deviate
Bastards!
I’m needy and drastic
And graphic with rap shit
Creep in the shadows
Like honky and sambo
I’ve got enough ammo
To blast all them assholes
The motherfunkin manual
Like lando
Ha, european vandal, too much to handle