Code Red America - Factory Lyrics

This is that heavy metal this is that real rebel
Taking out squads these facades aren't on our level
I don't care much for trying to be a star
I'm a snickers factory all I produce is bars
Yo these frauds keep claiming there Gods
They so soft they don't even dare act like a boss
I'm so lost oh my gosh everyone of you need to get tossed
Into the dumpster bum rush ya for acting so hard
You little littles and young mumbly dribbles
Get hit in the middle I'm destroying your gibble
This is not a riddle it's easy to figure out
Don't fiddle with the kid and don't get knocked the hell out
We wrap you fools up like beach umbrellas
Spread your body in the ocean like we spread Nutella
Rob you of your product and bounce like good fellas
Smoke an ounce back home drink a 12 pack of Stella
I rock forever I get that cheddar
My goals to be Rakim with that 18th letter
If you don't know what that is than you better shut the hell up
Your opinion means nothing if you can't tell us
You cannot sell us we know that your just a chump
Your losing money fast like pushing the gas pump
Yo I'm the baddest I got a lyrical mind
I'm literally writing this rhyme while working my 9 to 5
Taking care of my business at the same time
But staying with these rhymes can't wait to be offline
Imagine when I no longer have the 9 to 5
My time will be mine and I will truly shine
Line for line pointed directly at you swine
If you do survive you'll be left behind
Cause I rip it to pieces I leave you in pieces
Now you know who the beast is better be praying Jesus
Best that you leave us smash into the speakers
Cult 45 and Red we're making you believers
This is that heavy metal this is that real rebel
Taking out squads these facades aren't on our level
I don't care much for trying to be a star
I'm a snickers factory all I produce is bars

This is that heavy metal this is that real rebel
Taking out squads these facades aren't on our level
I don't care much for trying to be a star
I'm a snickers factory all I produce is bars
Yo these frauds keep claiming there Gods
They so soft they don't even dare act like a boss
I'm so lost oh my gosh everyone of you need to get tossed
Into the dumpster bum rush ya for acting so hard
You little littles and young mumbly dribbles
Get hit in the middle I'm destroying your gibble
This is not a riddle it's easy to figure out
Don't fiddle with the kid and don't get knocked the hell out
We wrap you fools up like beach umbrellas
Spread your body in the ocean like we spread Nutella
Rob you of your product and bounce like good fellas
Smoke an ounce back home drink a 12 pack of Stella
I rock forever I get that cheddar
My goals to be Rakim with that 18th letter
If you don't know what that is than you better shut the hell up
Your opinion means nothing if you can't tell us
You cannot sell us we know that your just a chump
Your losing money fast like pushing the gas pump
Yo I'm the baddest I got a lyrical mind
I'm literally writing this rhyme while working my 9 to 5
Taking care of my business at the same time
But staying with these rhymes can't wait to be offline
Imagine when I no longer have the 9 to 5
My time will be mine and I will truly shine
Line for line pointed directly at you swine
If you do survive you'll be left behind
Cause I rip it to pieces I leave you in pieces
Now you know who the beast is better be praying Jesus
Best that you leave us smash into the speakers
Cult 45 and Red we're making you believers
This is that heavy metal this is that real rebel
Taking out squads these facades aren't on our level
I don't care much for trying to be a star
I'm a snickers factory all I produce is bars