Mega Ran - AUTHORS OF PAIN

Tactical gear, looking like I’m bout to go war with cops
Samoan drops, Neighbors Hear the ruckus for blocks
Piledriver, shatter your insides
Suspend you from an incline with some zip ties
And beat you with whatever I can find
Pay off any fine
You swore I Froze time, when you feel these clotheslines
Yeah
Me and my brother heavy gunners
Make you roll like the Rock whenever he catch a Stunner
We In ya face and we ain’t coming off the top rope
You rappers are not dope
You might be Beyond hope
The winner is…. they calling my name
The rawest up in the game, the authors of pain
We don’t wanna maintain the order
We just came to slaughter
We don’t want the titles the fame and fortune
We are the authors of pain and torture
Once Again
We don’t wanna maintain the order
We just came to slaughter
We don’t want the titles the fame and fortune
We are the authors of pain and torture

We make other rappers retire here
They flee the ring from the ski masks and riot gear
This primal fear, we the new era’s pioneers
Dangerous like trying to take food out a lion’s beard
Me and Ran run the gauntlet for conflict
My accomplice, power bomb send em to God quick
We taking straps off these newcomers
Been on top for two summers, your crew suffer
We the brutes in black boots ready for wartime
These new top teams get crushed like pork rinds
Tell paul bearer we ready to fill coffins
When it come to bringing pain, we the authors

We don’t wanna maintain the order
We just came to slaughter
We don’t want the titles the fame and fortune
We are the authors of pain and torture