Doomsday Saints (ft. Spice 1) LYRIC VIDEO
1. |
Robocalypse Then (Intro)
01:28
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Death Hugs
04:30
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(MC MOSSBERG)
Check me out, it's the immense, offensive, flexing guest star/
it's Mossberg and I ought to hug you where your head starts/
and it's the best part, a blessed art, I'm standing next to your car,
don't make me flip it like a nickel and collect your arms/
cuz thats what we do we hug it out,
and you know it that's why most you dudes don't fuck around/
its like you gettin drowned on dry land, you headed down to Thailand,
just wanted that love embrace, now you jumping town/
and it's nothing pal, a towering Boa to a fuckin mouse,
constricted and restricting your breathing until you up and out/
we thuggin' now, death huggin' and lovin' it
til your upper bowel releases feces, word to Beavis,
get some T.P. I smell something foul/
we run around hugging everyone like a drunken clown, so what now?
I'll tell you what now, I ain't your fuckin' pal buddy,
this aint snuggle town, muffle your screams as I snuff you out/
Oh no, You should have never got so close
You ain't my friend, you's a foe
One last hug for the road
But I won't let go,
Squeezing 'til your heartbeat slows
watching your eyes turn cold
and that's when you finally,
that's when you finally know
- It's the Hug of Death!
(KING DYLAN)
Yeah, that's right, I wear a tank top/
can't forget the jean shorts - I'm afraid I can't stop/
I don't give a damn, talk shit and I'll hit you with a blank shot/
Murder, like The Crow - Raven 'bout my grand plot/
I keep on schemin', my team and me/ keep on dreamin' of scenery/
full of females and greenery/ no more demons to feed on me/
Where the people are free to be/ all they need to breathe easily/
Ain't that the key to life that we need to see?/
But we're broken - way beyond broken/
People need a hug and I got my arms open/
Trying to help my fellow man who had opportunities stolen/
I walk through More-doors than J.R.R. Tolkien/
It's the Return of the King - but I haven't left/
Take a stroll through the fires, inhale to catch my breath/
This whole world is what we've acquiesced/
So I smile at the failings of man and laugh at death/
Death Hug for you, Death Hug for him, Death hug for her
Death Hug for everyone!
You get a death hug, YOU get a death hug!
Do I get a Death Hug?
EVERYBODY GETS ONE!
Oh no, You should have never got so close
You ain't my friend, you's a foe
One last hug for the road
But I won't let go,
Squeezing 'til your heartbeat slows
watching your eyes turn cold
and that's when you finally,
that's when you finally know
- It's the Hug of Death!
(BUTTNZ)
I know it's not vacant/ I know that no one's awake and/
that no one will know if I sneak into the basement/
Follow the M.O., this ain't a special occasion/
When it comes to the home I'm going pro at invasion/
Though I'm lacking a knife, I'm still planning a facelift/
Feel bad for this stranger who doesn't know they was chased here/
At the end of they life - They eyes wide with amazement/
The gasp in elation as they succumb to embracement/
First comes the left, start it off with the best/
Feel the breath on my neck and feel the beat in your chest/
Next comes the right arm, call this one the Goodnight arm/
It's ironic that Buttnz - pushing YOU to the light huh?/
So close that I can watch you close your eyelids/
ain't this a wonderful alternative to violence?/
I'm specialized in weaponized death hugging, or De-thugging/
Either way I'm A something and you'll fucking B nothing!/
Death Hug for you, Death Hug for him, Death hug for her
Death Hug for everyone!
You get a death hug, YOU get a death hug!
Do I get a Death Hug?
EVERYBODY GETS ONE!
Oh no, You should have never got so close
You ain't my friend, you's a foe
One last hug for the road
But I won't let go,
Squeezing 'til your heartbeat slows
watching your eyes turn cold
and that's when you finally,
that's when you finally know
- It's the Hug of Death!
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(KING DYLAN)
Yo, I don't smoke much, barely smoke at all/
matter fact, boys, think I'm getting sober y'all!/
(ah, maybe) But first, I'll drop a couple mushrooms
save the princess in my overalls/
punching walls, hopping up and down/
"Let's do Karaoke!" - Not right fuckin' now/
"Table Hockey? Let's go a couple rounds!"/
Dude (dude) I'm like a mile above the ground/
Feels like I've been here for 40 years (wee!)/
"Well you are 39, that is sorta weird"/
Nah, here in space, swimming like a starfish/
counting breadcrumbs, sniffing armpits/
(what?!) Just go with it, dude, it's cool/
I fuckin' love you bro, wait, who are you?/
Man, it's like everything's moving very slowly/
(you're trippin') YO, bro, let's go do karaoke!/
YOU SMOKE TOO MUCH - I'm trippin ow-ow-out
YOU TOOK TOO MANY - I'm slippin' dow-ow-own
DON'T KILL MY BUZZ - This hit's like Wow-ow-ow!
There's just too many good times!
Too many good times to count!
(MC MOSSBERG)
We poppin' brew and droppin' zoomers part 2/
We middle aged and fuckin stupid, got you/
takin goofballs, talkin loose on Facebook/
You lost your job and you got Zucked!/
Fuckin' took/ a handful of stuff and you did not look/
you're hooked, your mom's meatloaf never been that cooked/
Had a page of acid, then I read that book/
I'm like Sam Gamgee/ I never been that shook/
Got a ring around my neck where my head is stood/
Won't take less when it's gettin good,
It's a brain insurrection and I'm flexin wood/
where the dose is a question, and the tech is 'hood/
We're just inventing measurements - I guess it's good/
I take some interest like investors should/
then I take some things like ingesting food/
then it breaks my brain like you said it would, goooood./
(SMIXX)
Life’s short, might as well make the most of it/
I got doses - micro and macro
And I’m way too old for all this fighting shit/
Deepak Dopra in search of enlightenment
While you and your cronies were busy making TikTok’s/
I’ll be with my homies just emptyin' a ziplock/
Of caps and stems these magic plans
Involve handfuls of them, so let's grab and slam!/
Uh oh, things are getting pear-shaped
I just saw a Carebear playin' with a rare snake/
Wearing a cape, riding on a dragon/
Tearing up the place with his pants all Sagan/
Speaking of Carl - I’ve been thinkin' of space
Glasses clinkin' as we have a little liquor to chase
And whenever I take a little look at your face/
I see an alien - it doesn’t even look out of place/
(Hey buddy!)
YOU SMOKE TOO MUCH - I'm trippin ow-ow-out
YOU TOOK TOO MANY - I'm slippin' dow-ow-own
DON'T KILL MY BUZZ - This hit's like Wow-ow-ow!
There's just too many good times!
Too many good times to count!
(GQ)
Let's start this all off with some soft and some White Claw/
Johnnie Walker Blue just to start to kick the night off/
Mushrooms coming soon, zooms in this room/
we'll be spinnin'/ ear to ear, and I'll be grinnin'/
Up next, think I'll pop some X/
I got the Moon Rock, shoot me to the stars, what's next?/
I'm seeing Shrek, I think I feel my Hart suplex/
and maybe sharp-shooter, now I think my name is Bret/
What say we hedge this bet and dive deep into chemistry/
Take three steps and I drop, like some LSD/
Honestly, I'm thinking that a really need a dance floor/
Also, I'm like "fuck it, who needs pants any more?"/
(Not me!) I'm peaking hard, in the mountains and the Rockies/
Mossberg, King D, tell me that you got me?!/
It's the Fear, and I'm Loathing like Raoul Duke/
I'm Dr. Gonzo, fucking rally and puke!/
(BUTTNZ)
This is your brain on drugs.
Oh, and this is your brain on drugs.
Well, this brain is definitely on drugs.
Well I guess on drugs there's too many good times to count... ah ah ah
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4. |
Never Heroes pt. 2
03:53
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(GQ)
They call me the man who spends his nights/
washed up in the alley gettin' in fights/
Charge a price, cuz nobody thanks me twice/
Afer all, I ONLY save your life/
On top of that, I lost the kids and wife/
I guess I wasn't that surprised/
when she said she was "friends with other guys"/
I mean, look at Henry Cavill's eyes!/ (Oh my!)
I guess that's why he's the movie star/
she's like: "I don't even know who you are!/
I'm leaving you for his dick and his car!"/
(Wow, rude! Harsh, bro)
I used to be the best, had an S on my chest/
I was stopping all the haters like a bulletproof vest/
Can't manage the pressure, I'm manic depressed/
I could call up the D.C. Show, I guess/
You know that I was never a hero,
SUPER HERO! SUPER STARS!
You know that I could never be a hero.
LALA LALA LALA LAA-AA!
(KING DYLAN)
I guess they never said I was the villain, who am I kiddin'?/
I didn't do dirt cuz I was too damn chicken/
Good thing nobody was doing any diggin'/
Look into the evidence of crimes I committed/
That shopping cart never met it's true demise/
and I never punched any dude in tights/
I tried doing Hip Hop with a group of guys/
- It didn't work out - pipe dreams, super-sized/
No supervillains, no superheroes/
Just a group of silly ol' stupid weirdos/
Crazy as shit, so I'm poopin' miracles/
I wished my life away - POOF! Here I go/
I wanna the Godfather in the mafia/
wanna be the top Soprano at the opera/
I wanna be a lot but I'm awfully awkward/
shit, maybe I should talk to a Doctor?/
CHORUS
(MC MOSSBERG)
Yo its Sergeant Mo, couldn't flow much iller/
From the DC Show to the donut killer/
Used to spend my days straight blessin' tracks here/
Now I spend my time by arresting rappers/
I don't give a fuck if you did it or not/
I might mistake my tazer and you gettin' shot/
It's not a problem, yeah I did it a lot/
I feared for my life, so now I'm gettin off/
It's the bacon man, framing innocent patrons/
A blatant ham with baseless accusations/
Bags of contraband chucked into your backseat/
While I'm yellin "KOBE!" like a Lakers fan/
I'm raking in grands while you're playin' friendly/
You're shaking hands, I'm out here making enemies/
I'm settin' beef with peeps that never would mess with me/
Just a bad apple - treat you poors aggressively/
CHORUS
(BUTTNZ)
I guess I didn't need nobody, guess I didn't need no friends/
but I can't enjoy the dance without marionettes/
My head's fuzzy, in the clouds, like a "Hairier" Jet/
Don't they know the more, the more merry it gets?/
Like uh, I'm frustrated/
I fucked this up, and I hate it/
I want to put them back in cages/
Want to grab them by the neck and say that/
I need GQ here to save the day, and I need that beat cop on the way/
and I need King Dylan to act like a villain
Cuz there's mothafuckin shopping carts all over the place!/
I consider these guys to be friends of mine/
It's been that way, since the end of time/
Now I need drugs that'll rock my enzymes/
better go talk to Frank... enrhyme/ - End rhyme/
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5. |
Let's Get Wicked
03:45
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Oh oh, now let's get wicked!
Oh oh, now let's get wicked!
(BUTTNZ)
I'm into intergalactic rock, this is a knack we got/
Sit in the back, while I'm throwing one back for Spock/
Memory stabs the heart, I'll re-enact the part/
where I couldn't breathe like it was anaphylactic shock!/
Wondering yet, have I been caught in the net?
Am I afraid the money isn't gonna buy me respect?/
Am I afraid the money's gonna fuckin' bleed me to death?/
I need to connect - I need to feel the heat in my chest!/
Wake up, too tired, not enough sleep/
Gotta grab my sneakers and peer down into my guts deep/
Reach out, grab the ring, like I'm Gamgee/
Never failin' I'm killin' it daily for my family/
Back, we, we three! We see people in our corner who believe in what we can be/
Manly, DC! Man, we gotta superhero every day, like we Stan Lee!/
Clock tickin, drinks we sippin,
Green light all night, homeboys trippin'
Oh oh, now let's get wicked!
oh oh, now let's get wicked!
Music listenin', Balcony pissin'
Pour somethin' out for the friend's we're missin'
Oh oh, now let's get wicked!
Oh oh, now let's get wicked!
I'm fucking you up off the top and it don't matter how/
I'm x'ing you out leaving you with the Manson brow/
The cash cow mishandled and the passion is madness now/
I'm lashing out with ounce after ounce of the Cassius clout/
The man of the house, as Faustian a hand out/
as having it out and Mossy spillin' the raps out/
Packin' about a million gats like Gadsden and I'm back in the south/
Attack, Shout maxin' out with my massive mouth/
Yeah son, throw some shade and I'll flatten your house/
Show you're brave and I'll cash you out/
and I don't have a doubt, because you shirk and avoid/
While you rattin' me out, it's all search and destroy/
cuz im the Zodiac killer with a murderous ploy/
You're only bad feelings, virtuous, and coy/
This is Doomsday, agreed, we can't wait to start,
you should walk into the sea if you're faint of heart/
Clock tickin, drinks we sippin,
Green light all night, homeboys trippin'
Oh oh, now let's get wicked!
oh oh, now let's get wicked!
Music listenin', Balcony pissin'
Pour somethin' out for the friend's we're missin'
Oh oh, now let's get wicked!
Oh oh, now let's get wicked!
(KING DYLAN)
Yo, the flow is smooth, I dig the taste/
We drinkin' beers, gettin' weird, ever year til we quit the race/
We celebrate, don't hit the brakes/
I'm feelin' happy, don't come at me actin' crappy or I'll split your face/
But what a waste - you spilled my drink/
I'll mop the floor with you sorry little dorks, cuz I'm still the King/
Cuz you didn't think/ Now let it really sink/ in,
We rockin' beats all through the weekend, speakin' silly things/
Thinkin' will we sing/ Or kick a rap?/
I rip the track, take a photograph - listening to Nickelback/
You'll understand when shit hits the fan/
I'm so slick, you're slippin' down a slope, I'm skiing out in Switzerland/
You feel me, man? I'm untouchable/
I'm on that attitude shit, like suck it, bro!/
I rock a bunch of shows wearing summer clothes/
and if you hustle my homeboys I'll punch your nose/
Clock tickin, drinks we sippin,
Green light all night, homeboys trippin'
Oh oh, now let's get wicked!
oh oh, now let's get wicked!
Music listenin', Balcony pissin'
Pour somethin' out for the friend's we're missin'
Oh oh, now let's get wicked!
Oh oh, now let's get wicked!
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6. |
It's Reality I Fear
00:36
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Monsters
03:40
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I used to have Monsters under my bed
but now I know they're in my head (My Head)
and they get scarier every day, every day.
(KING DYLAN)
Yeah, I think you started some shit/ I'm going to carve you to bits/
I know you love watching Horror, but this isn't part of the flick/
I'm going to sharpen my wit/ You better smarten up quick/
Or one day they might find your body parts chopped up and thrown in the barbecue pit!/
"This isn't like you, Dylan! You never rap about this!"/
Yeah, fuck, I know, I'm out of control and nobody's slappin' my wrists/
Nobody keeps me in check, so who's the monster responsible?/
Who let me out of my cage? With so many genres of songs I know/
I guess I can do what I want!/ I told you that I was untouchable/
I listen to too much Brotha Lynch Hung and Gravediggaz - I'll cut your throat!/
Now I'm not the type to point the blame towards the artists/
But tell me, how else could I turn into this indescribable force of darkness/ yaaow!
I used to have Monsters under my bed
but now I know they're in my head (My Head)
and they get scarier every day, every day.
(SMIXX)
Is it a crime to think about using these rhymes to murder my enemies?/
Or is it fine If its all in my mind and I use it to purge all these tendencies?/
Away from the light, just waiting to strike, like murder hornets beheading bees/
So I wait in the dark, with hate in my heart, impatient to start forgetting peace/
I’m slapping and choppin’, and Grabbing and loppin’, and bodies are droppin’ around me/
Katana in hand, a man with a plan, you wonder where they ever found me!/
All I see is dead and mourning, The skies are red and storming/
These rivers of blood are forming/ How the hell can you say we’re boring?/
I used to have Monsters under my bed
but now I know they're in my head (My Head)
and they get scarier every day, every day.
(MC MOSSBERG)
The cross is a smash hit, the monster mash with ballers and cash/
I'll follow your ass in the dark 'til you gas, collapse exhausted,
toss you in the back of my obvious van/ free candy, relax man...
I won't slaughter your fam, or chop your hand/
but I'll put your fuckin feet up like an ottoman (relax)/
The trophy's gross, you choke and hope for broken rope/
Yo, you know there's nowhere to go, so you fold and chose the pope/
Oh no, I eat crosses, bleed awesome and while the beats droppin'/
I'll put you on the C-saw and, turn you into a meat blossom/
(GQ)
"Here we again" - White Snakes wrapped inside of my head/
the lightning snaps, I'm under my bed, Medusa's got me feeling the dread/
What is this venom I feel? What if the end isn't real?/
What if I'm Dracula looking for somebody's blood I can steal - your neck is a meal!/
Especially skilled, dissecting the kill, I'm Jack the Ripper with weapons I wield/
I sharpen my steel, I carve and I peel, I don't give a fuck, I do what I feel!/
Am I the one that you're after? Cuz I'm the son of the rapture?/
*Echoes of my evil laughter* Yes - I am the puppet master!/
I used to have Monsters under my bed
but now I know they're in my head (My Head)
and they get scarier every day, every day.
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8. |
Hotline to the Max
01:09
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Lots of groceries, lots of grey hairs
lots of bills, lots of day care
lots of taxes, lots of back aches
and they say you're just running the rat race
but at least I don't think I'm in bad shape
(SMIXX)
Went to sleep fine then I woke up injured/
I’ve been drinking cheap wine cause I need to buy some winter/
Grind teeth in my sleep so I might need dentures/
swashbuckling car seats is my main adventure/
Find me on tha block - you know that its Duplo/
Don’t need alarm clocks cause my toddlers too grown/
If it takes another drop, I’m gonna need a new phone/
I gotta fix the faucet, I’m not living in a new home/
Have to clean my office so I don’t seem like a hoarder/
Better check the PVR to see what got recorded/
Boots with the fur is on Dora the Explorer/
Every time I "roll a joint" you know I’m on a foam roller/
Always pickin’ up when I’m cruisin’ in the whip/
- Groceries and items off my honey-do list/
I got ice on my wrist cause I fell and I slipped/
You can hear me poppin’ off when I’m bending from the hips/
Lots of groceries, lots of grey hairs
lots of bills, lots of day care
lots of taxes, lots of back aches
and they say you're just running the rat race
but at least I don't think I'm in bad shape
(KING DYLAN)
Yeah, I wake up early, I put on my pants/
and they look thirsty so I water my plants/
Go out to my garden, the sprinkler sprays/
what can I say? I got "hose" for days/
and I'm an adult now, I love it/
except when I fall down in public/
I trip on the sidewalk, complain to the bylaw/
they say that's my fault, but fuck it/
I just got a puppy, she ain't that vicious/
she just had a litter, now I got "mad bitches"/
Surrounded by females, they love that bone/
I bring home the bacon for the pups at home/
My woman knows that when I'm on my phone/
I'm talking to dudes, the group convo's strong/
and now that I'm grown, I've changed my tone/
but in a way I'm singing that same ol' song!/
Oh, I have lots of puppies, all around me, all around me
Yes, I have lots of Laundry (Lots of Dirty Laundry) all around me, all around me
(MC MOSSBERG)
I hate to age myself but gravity's a problem,/
and I still listen to music through a freakin' walkman/
I have to put in some stretching before I'm freely walking/
Muscles unknown to me - I am tweaking often/
and I'm off my rocker, inches off the walker/
People call me Sir, but I don't see a problem/
Now im peein' often, I don't think its awesome,
am I rife with disease or is it my drinkin problem?/
I think about it, lose my train of thought/ then I think about it/
I'm tired, I hate fiber/ but I ain't shit without it/
it is too crowded in this pub, no way to get around it/ I am surrounded
I assert myself with some vigorous frowning, and fist shakin'/
Now I'm flailing around like it's some limp bacon/
if you dont think its too loud, boy, youre mistaken/
(GQ)
So now I'm making more cash than I ever did/
I work long days but it's got a few benefits/
No gold teeth, but I got a gold toilet/
It's got a bidet, and I royally enjoy it/
This is better than sex on Christmas!/
I'll be running my business, while I'm DOING my business/
Emails and calls, gotta get that paper/
the roll ran out, Ah I'll buy more later/
You know me, I be dropping that hot shit/
But I keep pushing and it's got me exhausted/
And now Wifey keeps begging me to tap that/
And I'm like babe, maybe after "nap nap"/
I'm just pooped, ain't nothing against her/
Tryna pay the bills for all my latest ventures/
No gold teeth, but I DO got a denture/
I wanna get an implant,
"Babe, that's a big expenditure!/"
Lots of groceries, lots of grey hairs
lots of bills, lots of day care
lots of taxes, lots of back aches
and they say you're just running the rat race
but at least I don't think I'm in bad shape
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10. |
No Gold Lounge
00:56
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Still no gold teeth, no gold teeth on my smile
Still no hoes sittin', sittin in the back of my ride now
No gold teeth, No Gold Teeth, No gold teeth, old shoes on my feet,
No gold teeth, No Gold Teeth, my tire's got a leak, gas ain't cheap,
No, no, no, no, no.... No Gold Teeth
No, no, no, no, no... no Go-old.... Teeth.
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11. |
Love an' Stuff
03:28
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(KING DYLAN)
I lay the front seat out/ bite your lips, I got the munchies now/
Grip your hips, as I run deep down/ shaking the car as the drum beats pound/
Yo, let's bring that fun freak out/ Take this back to my comfy couch/
You want me to rope you up and then choke you?
Now you got a red-neck like a country town/
I'm not a cowboy, but I got "good genes"
Knockin boots, baby, going full steam/
I could do anything that you could dream/
with a bubble bath and some foot cream/ look like a Queen/
make you wanna bounce, bounce on the D like a trampoline/
and I'ma smack that thang like a tambourine/
cuz I'll be tearing it up like a dance machine/
Ooh (I get that feelin') I confess all sins
when I touch your skin where the fun begins
(I gotta tell ya, I get that feelin)
Oooh, when I feel your touch, I can't get enough
of that love an' stuff (I wanna love ya)
Oooh ooh ooh!
(BUTTNZ)
Yeah girl, I remember that/ wild horses couldn't hold me back/
Like Jumpin jehoshaphats,
You don't ever wait to Thursday to throw it back/
Do ya? Want to know what you mean to me?
Well right now girl, you're a piece of meat/
And I'm hungry, cuz in front of me's, something sweet,
ooh yeah sounds fun to me/
I wanna spread you around like a philosophy,
Take you down on the stairs like Socrates/
an I expose your hypocrisy/ when we knockin knees,
she's screaming "Oh God!" for me/
Speaking of knocking Nietzsche, I don't believe/
the good lord's deceased/ yeah I've been deceived/
And the fight for a piece/ ain't the same as a fight for peace/
with every breath I breathe, I'm putting on a show for the floor side seats/
The more they want it, yeah the more I need/
And I'm mowing through shorties sometimes 4 or 5 deep/
And they soak my sheets y'all know what I mean! whoop whoop/
Ooh (I get that feelin') I confess all sins
when I touch your skin where the fun begins
(I gotta tell ya, I get that feelin)
Oooh, when I feel your touch, I can't get enough
of that love an' stuff (I wanna love ya)
Oooh ooh ooh!
(GQ)
Yeah, this is uh... Fifty shades of Graham
Yeah, I'll admit it here, baby you drive me crazy/
like a Fine Young Cannibal, I could eat you daily/
we rehearse and practise making babies/
sex on the beach, take a shot, persuade me/
Come shag me, call me "Powers"/
Hop in the shower we can go for hours/
Drown out the sound as I pound your flower/
Save me your Peach, and I'll show you Bowser/
I could do you in the change room and rip off your Lululemon/
unzip my pants, take off the denim/
That ain't a gun but I'm packin a weapon/
so widen that stance and take the whole seven/
Hear a knock, knock, knock, change room's a rockin/
turns out the store clerk wants to hop in!/
Here's another hot single, baby we can chart top/
Ménage à trois, tongue-punch you in the fart-box/
Ooh (I get that feelin') I confess all sins
when I touch your skin where the fun begins
(I gotta tell ya, I get that feelin)
Oooh, when I feel your touch, I can't get enough
of that love an' stuff (I wanna love ya)
Oooh ooh ooh!
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12. |
Lifetimes
03:51
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When life gets tough and everything hurts
people say Yeah Yeah Yeah could be worse
and all that matters is I got my friends with me
Yeah, I got my friends with me.
(KING DYLAN)
Yeah, as we grow and we hold onto things that we know/
and we love, well, we learn that some friends come and go/
But it's cool, I know the best never left/
There ain't no question I'm blessed/
Super friends til the death, don't need an S on our chest/
But they my heroes no doubt/ I'm blowing smoke
cuz my belief in them is deep and now I'm cheering, so proud/
I hope I meet up with my homies when we journey to the other side/
I'll be laughing for eternity, I love you guys/
I've laughed enough for ten lifetimes (lifetimes!) Ha Ha!
We must have drank the ocean dry (Pour some out for me)
I've done a lot in my life, I had good friends (hell yeah!)
So when I die, don'tcha cry, don'tcha cry,
Don't be sad for me.
(SMIXX)
"We’re all busy" is something I just hate to say/
But I’m guilty of getting tied up in the day to day/
When I see ya time flies it just fades away/
Cause its back to Good Times with a friendly face/
And even if we don’t see each other too often/
We pick up right where we left off when we get talkin’/
Throughout this life we’ve made so many memories/
and when my light fades, somedays you will remember me/
I've laughed enough for ten lifetimes (lifetimes!) Ha Ha!
We must have drank the ocean dry (Pour some out for me)
I've done a lot in my life, I had good friends (hell yeah!)
So when I die, don'tcha cry, don'tcha cry,
Don't be sad for me.
(MC MOSSBERG)
what up buddies? you're my pals and you're my friends today/
You get that Life Hug and then all my problems blend away/
We got that mental state, strong like a metal gate/
I got your back and you know that, without the need to dedicate/
You never let me wait, you're here to levitate/
The Cartel lifts each other up, like we were sent to space/
Avoiding fools, sucker free like a headless snake
The boys are cool and we'll build the world we're meant to make/
When life gets tough and everything hurts
people say Yeah Yeah Yeah could be worse
and all that matters is I got my friends with me
Yeah, I got my friends with me.
I've laughed enough for ten lifetimes (lifetimes!) Ha Ha!
We must have drank the ocean dry (Pour some out for me)
I've done a lot in my life, I had good friends (hell yeah!)
So when I die, don'tcha cry, don'tcha cry,
Don't be sad for me.
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(SMIXX)
Find us in the catacombs, huddled with a bag of bones/
You can call me thunder cuz of the way that we just rattle homes/
Fuckin' with the King, so you know that we gon' saddle thrones/
Now we just linked up on one of the fuckin' raddest songs/
(BUTTNZ)
We saw the stairway to heaven but wouldn't climb it/
We made a deal with the devil but wouldn't sign it/
So now we stuck in the middle of both climates/
Two timing, both sides played like violins/
Let's hope this protest don't resort to violence/
But I hope that we both know that we won't be silent/
No we going through these storms like pirates/
We ignore the sirens, keep rowing till the morning rises/
Got motherfuckers on our payroll motherfucker/
Do what we tell you cuz we say so motherfucker/
We stackin' bricks like it's Lego, motherfucker/
And when we spit y'all better run, duck, and cover/
Y'all are masseuses cuz you're holding us back/
You show no respect, you gambled now you're losing you bet/
So we cutting off a pound of yo flesh, it's time to stand and attest/
We snap your necks with the sound and affects/
Who're those guys, looking so, talking so super fly?
If you got a problem better move aside, move aside
It's the D-double-O-M-S-D-A-Y
Who're those dudes, looking so, talking so super cool?
Watcha gon watcha gon do-do-do? Do-do-do?
It's the D-C-S-H-O-W
(KING DYLAN)
Oh dang, Let's light up the propane/
You saying you want beef, I'm slaughtering yo' brain/
You flame, Fuck a steak, I'm grilling the whole thang/
I'm dope while you suckas are fucked up on cocaine/
I'm synonymous with ominous killas with no name/
It's a promise - I'm a prominent villain with no fame/
Who you tryna diss, my rhyming is iller and profane/
I've been bombing since Osama Bin Laden had stole planes/
Get with the times bro, I'm going fuckin gonzo/
I reign supreme so you better get a poncho/
They want me Dead or Alive like Jon Bon Jo-/
There's something swollen in your mouth and it ain't tonsils/
Speaking of which I've got yo' chick in a wet spot/
and I don't gamble but I play with the best slots/
I'm through playing games, pushing buttons, so I press stop/
- I'll never go back to my eX Box/
(SPICE 1)
Blaow, I smoke a lot of mothafuckin' weed/
Always trying to get the homie keyed/
No job, n***a and you ain't got shit to do/
Let's contemplate on some money, hit this Gorilla Glue/
Cuz a millionaire wanna be a billionaire/
and a billionaire wanna be a trillionaire/
and a trillionaire wanna be a zillionaire/
puff it and pass it and figure out how to get it, player/
Gotta get my money, I'm never laggin' or bullshittin'/
Pullin' up in form with diamond shine and the roof missin'/
Me and my n***az is ruthless, we'll leave you toothless in this muthafucka/
Enemies that see us some duckers/
we on some mob shit, we don't bust back, we bust first/
Pay for your funeral even carry you to your hearse/
up in this mothafucka, we burn rubber when we ride/
and all the haters ask "who the fuck is those guys?"/
Who're those guys, looking so, talking so super fly?
If you got a problem better move aside, move aside
It's the Doomsday Cartel and S-P-I
Who're those dudes, looking so, talking so super cool?
Watcha gon watcha gon do-do-do? Do-do-do?
It's the D-C-S-H-O-W
(GQ)
Oh it's happening! Yeah, we back again/
Ha, I'm just laughing cuz you're fucking with savage men/
Uh They call me GQ you know we doing God's work/
Cuz if you fuck with me, you fuck with MC Mossberg/
Heavy weights on the "iron mic", like we boxers/
Get in the circle with these hands, call it clock-work/
Time is tickin'/ I told you we're on a mission/
The deadliest combination, like left-right - no competition/
I've been rolling with the homies since the 90's/
DC got the premium dope, plus some fine weed/
We only fuck with the sweetest Greens/
Bumping Spice 1 with my dude Travis, since we were teens/
R.I.P Fuckin' legend, if you could see us now/
Remember when we found those clowns and beat em down?/
Yeah, I'll see ya 'round! Watch 'em all fleeing town/
And we just get better with every album we announce!/
(MC MOSSBERG)
I got your coffin, Joey Mnemonic, dope as the chronic/
wanna splash you with the Mossberg, moss is hydroponic/
sick as fuck, I fill you up with mic vomit, and a slight cough/
the alpha and omega strain, I'll kill you with the lights off/
Yeah, your toughness is a bluff bro, you're quite soft/
put em up though, and I'm handing you a pipe bomb/
it's an invite from God, but I don't like your odds/
You're on your back lookin' shocked like a lightning rod/
So more often than not, I'm hittin Spicy shots/
Who's the fuckin' murderer? We'll put you in a tiny box/
We're having grimey thoughts, I'm out here righting wrongs/
I'll cut the nose off your face just to spite your mom/
I'll have your whole life resting in my mighty palm/
Snap my fingers, snap your neck, and you might be gone/
if it's the Bible, the Talmud, or the damn Quran/
The Doomsday Saints strike you down with the Wrath of God/
Who're those guys, looking so, talking so super fly?
If you got a problem better move aside, move aside
It's the D-double-O-M-S-D-A-Y
Who're those dudes, looking so, talking so super cool?
Watcha gon watcha gon do-do-do? Do-do-do?
It's the overlords of rhyming - The D.C.
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14. |
Your Demise
03:18
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(KING DYLAN)
Yo, I've got a problem - I'm sick of idiots/
People trying to mess up my life and think I'll give a shit?/
Well, that's legitimate, cuz I'm kind of passionate/
- sensitive to my self esteem, I get my ass kicked/
They keep serving me low-blows and cheap shots/
It's irritating these hoes know my weak spots/
But when the beat starts, I'll be all smiles again/
and have the strength of a thousand men/
You're right, I DO care when you slander my words/
But don't forget that I angered you first/
I saw your face turn cloudy and grey/
cuz you must have been thinking about me all day/
You play my tracks and you hate my songs/
you must hate the fact that it won't take me long/
to forget about you - it might just happen right now/
wait, what the fuck was I just rappin about?/
My dude, you ain't shit/ You still be flapping those lips
like a goddamn fool/ You lil' bitch.
If you think I'm talking bout you, it's probably true/
No shit/ And I heard that you've got a little dick/
everybody's like "Who?" - You better quit!/
Don't make me call you out!
(MC MOSSBERG)
No matter what you say I'll have this rappin' game caught by the balls,
Enthralled at all the crap you play/ and if you let it flap away/
I'll stomp your fuckin jaw, like Wanderlei/ I'm poppin without flaw/
Knock the sloppy from the top/ times up yo, the phone's for you/
It's Mcdonalds and they're calling with a job/ in accordance with your limited skill set/
and conscious of retarded/ instead of talkin' on The Flawless/
you'll be sloppin' on the condiments, puttin' toppings on the product/
You're fuckin with the smartest motherfucker to get behind the mic/
get hyped and write a rhyme that will divide your mind/
from body/ like a knife in spine, it's bloody/
kiss your life goodbye/ you rotten fake with the acid mouth/
The sour shit you spit has no effect on me when im cashin out/
Slap that RNC (rear naked choke) and you tappin out, passin out,
coming to in an abandoned house with rappers that pass the hours and bitch/
cuz they can't amount to shit/ if they had an ounce of it/
(GQ)
I feel the hate in the things you say and you write/
(keep writing, bitch, keep writing!)
It'll still be your demise
Even though you think you're right, what you type
(keep typing trash, keep typing!)
-it'll still be your demise
(BUTTNZ)
Like an amoeba, which is just a one-celled creature/
Want you to know that's how little I'm glad to meet ya/
Let me grab a ruler if I'm gonna have to beat ya/
Yo, Dylan some guys here who want to see ya/
Now you already made a mistake that will cost your life/
Cuz you shouldn't have brought a pistol to a Mossberg fight/
GQ is prepared to beat you if you cross that line/
Like an exotic model you'll get shot on site/
cuz when you see an enemy you get silent/
Like a sea anemone you get spineless/
With Fox, CNN and me - you get violence/
Never see an end to me cuz I'm timeless/
When you C-A-N bring me that finest/
C-A-N-N-A-B-I-S/
with that C-U-N-T and let's grind it/
Living it up, on my yacht, in my marina and my island/
My dude, you ain't shit/ You still be flapping those lips
like a goddamn fool/ You lil' bitch.
If you think I'm talking bout you, it's probably true/
No shit/ And I heard that you've got a little dick/
everybody's like "Who?" - You better quit!/
Don't make me call you out!
DC Show it's on it's way up
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15. |
Who Wears Short Schwarz
00:57
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16. |
Givin' em Hell
03:58
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All these years
My mother said Do what you love, do what you love, what you love
All these years
My father said never give up, never give up, never give up
(GQ)
Here's my question about passion - Is it long-lasting?/
Is it forever? Is it a lie that we tell, til we sever/
In this endeavour, is it possible? Make it through the obstacles/
All or nothing as a way of life is full of ghosts, you know/
Yeah, I know, I heard this all before, same song and dance/
There's nothing wrong with wanting more and don't tell me I can't/
and in this rock n' roll cliché, this is my romance/
so stick this out, or run away - I'ma take that chance/
(KING DYLAN)
I've been on the road, I've been all alone/
I've been working hard, you know that I always try calling home/
but right now I gotta roll/ dreaming the impossible/
Started a long time ago - slaving for the audio/
But just to be honest though - No one gives a damn about the job you chose/
No one gives a damn about how far you drove to rock the shows/
Suffered through delusions for the music, and I fought my foes/
I'll never be popular, but I'll never say adios/
My mother said Do what you love, do what you love, what you love
My father said never give up, never give up, never give up
Just keep Givin' em hell, givin' em hell, givin' em hell
and whatever you do, boy, be yourself.
(MC MOSSBERG)
I got a bank account for fucks and it's in overdraft/
And I won't give one and for every time you spoke i laughed/
It's like a joke, a gaff, you poke me and I'm poking back/
My mind's a spoke, it has me holdin' fast, I know I'm molten cash/
You're fuckin frozen gas, nothing, like a hole in ass/
Can't hold me back, I'm totally steam-rolling you, you're folding fast/
so, behold your past, you're choking on your chosen gaffs/
You're old and crass, live on stolen brass, I wear a golden hat, son/
(SMIXX)
Now that I’m older, there's no holding me back/
I’ve spent so much time alone steadily honing’ my craft/
Now I got a son of my own and I can show him the path/
Take a passion and just grow it, and start flowin’ these tracks/
I made a choice when I was younger to use my voice and keep this hunger/
Even when I made a blunder stayed afloat from going under/
I learned from my mistakes, I only let 'em make me stronger/
Now I do whatever it takes so I can do this even longer/
My mother said Do what you love, do what you love, what you love
My father said never give up, never give up, never give up
Just keep Givin' em hell, givin' em hell, givin' em hell
and whatever you do, boy, be yourself.
(GQ)
After all these years, blood, sweat and tears/
Should I give up? Or follow all my dreams?/ or give in to my fears?/
and lead a life so hollow.../
My mother said Do what you love, do what you love, what you love
My father said never give up, never give up, never give up
Just keep Givin' em hell, givin' em hell, givin' em hell
and whatever you do, boy, be yourself.
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17. |
Dreams of Angels
04:06
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(KING DYLAN)
Well, I guess it's about time I address this/
My behaviour has never been the bestest/
Fuck, I've done some dumb shit way too many exes/
That's when I spiral down and wonder why I exist/
Forget my broken heart - I know I've hurt some people/
I wish they saw my good side, but their version's evil/
I do my best to treat every person equal/
but those days when I'm fightin' myself - there's nothing worse than me, yo/
Time to turf the ego, I must have lost my mind/
I won't embellish, but I'm selfish and I crossed the line/
Falsifying my reputation - it's all behind/
in the past, now I'm hoping all my stars align/
I'm sorry for making you feel like nothing's right/
Pretend you never even met me, in another life/
All I hope is that you got someone to hug you tight/
and maybe you'll forgive me if you know it keeps me up at night/
I've pressed rewind a thousand times
to find your halo and dream of angels
(SMIXX)
Head upon my pillow and I know I should be sleeping/
Lying still with just my thoughts and negativity is creepin'
hadn't talked in a while - it must have just been pilin' up/
Every memory I have of you is just you smilin', bud/
when I got the message that you left us - I was breathless/
questioning my presence and full of these second guesses/
Everyone goes through different levels of depression/
Now I think I finally know just what this lesson is/
We all may feel stresses like we’re in the same ocean/
some have larger vessels, and some are barely floatin'/
Holding on to a life raft, treading water rapidly/
trying to fight back, but it’s hard to see what's happening/
If you’re on higher ground, extend a helping hand/
Let them know that they’ve been found, pull a friend to drier land/
You don’t need to understand all The pain that they’ve been going through/
When they need to talk let them know that they can go to you/
CHORUS
(GQ)
I don't know where to begin, I take this pen, some Jameson's/
and since you left man I'll never be the same again/
and in the struggle with all the tears, and years I'm facin'/
They say that time heals all wounds? Well then, my clock has stayed still/
I'm in a hurry in this life that's trying to bury me/
even though I know we all die, it's just too early, g/
Years pass by and the earth keeps spinnin'/
But as long as I'm alive, I'll remember you, grinnin'/
I think I'm winning, the best friends and family in it/
You would have loved them, man, you could have met my woman/
But until my clock stops and resets and let me rest/
up in the heavens with all of my best/
I've still got buttons to press, and I've got loved ones to death/
I put my nose to the grindstone as I stumble ahead/
As I lay here at night and feelin' stuck in my bed/
paralyzed, thinkin' bout the last words that we said/
Man, it's so easy to get caught up in thinking about
What if things were different?
How many nights have I lost sleep over this, or you know
How lucky were we to have you in our life when we did.
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18. |
Get By (ft. Apathy)
03:37
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We heading out on the next flight
We living, living our best life
Doing what we gotta do to get by, get by
We cruising down on the back roads
Escaping towns full of assholes
Doing all that we can to let go, let go
(MC MOSSBERG)
Moss is back, I'm tossing back shots of the cognac/
Still rocking, that odd cat, on top of that mont-rap/
Take caution, we're floating flotsam, but more awesome than that/
A diamond in the rough, I put my heart in the deck/
I flip my cards off the bat showing you the future murder/
get slayed, no better way to start it off than that/
And on YouTube, the hits and fiction varies/
You're fuckin spent, nothing left, like a rhyming dictionary/
And all you pricks are very/ concerned, you're upturned/
I'm getting tired, spitting fire, til my lips are sunburned/
This shit is absurd, the subs are [scared]/
It's like I'm chucking words to the fucking curb/
And the D.C. - my brothers in verb/
I'm Cadence Ruth, obey the truth, I'm the salt in the words/
check your track, I'm insulting ya turds, taken aback, I'm occulting your verse/
and that's my two cents that you get, for what it's worth/
We heading out on the next flight
We living, living our best life
Doing what we gotta do to get by, get by
We cruising down on the back roads
Escaping towns full of assholes
Doing all that we can to let go, let go
(APATHY)
I am so blessed that my flesh still sits on my skeleton/
Always "up and at'em" but never out of my element/
Been around the world with the high class, elegant/
But back to the sediment/ that's what I represent/
Never sold my soul or even rented/
Forbidden fruits always taste fermented/
Or maybe it's just how shit's presented/
and those that are after the fame are tormented/
Tour life with whores and more trife/
when you trying to build a Dynasty like John Forsythe/
Great American, aiming for Blake Carrington/
But a fair comparison is Tony making heroin/
High class, but more like my friends' high/
and then we get names tattooed when friends die/
Everyday I'm going into battle, chest high/
Always swing for the fence just to Get By/
CHORUS
(KING DYLAN)
I break no promises, I paid my dues and homages/
I told you before - My patnas are adonises/
We getting old, Dinosaurs, all of us/
For y'all I stick my neck out like Diplodocus/
I'm staying honest as I possibly can/
With lots of confidence/ I call myself the Boss of the band/
But the King is only strong-as-his/ army of fans/
I guess it's obvious I'm awesome so I gotta say Thanks/
Since '99, you've stayed at my back/
the Great Ones never "wane" or fade into black/
No Re-Grets-key to life, don't be playing for scraps/
We rap around and net goals til the stadiums packed/
Uh. We escaped through the mixtape when we were kids/
We would trade and eventually get down to biz/
write a page, let our pens say - we were the shizz/
Still, no one does it better than this/
Stop, watch, listen, learn/
They try to hold me under, but I ain't concerned/
Cuz I sing, rock, and keep it fly/
with the D-double-O-M-S-D-A-Y
We cruising down on the back roads
Escaping towns full of assholes
Doing all that we can to let go, let go
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19. |
Paradise Lost
03:04
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(KING DYLAN)
Searching for pair-a-dice, it's a craps shoot/
it's a cold table though, cash rules/ we don't have to lose/
but we're paralyzed/ by these parasites/ and these half-truths/
Terrified by savage dudes/ who wanna swear by fighting using absolutes/
Fuck your attitudes and those glaring eyes/
like "How dare I try to be that astute"/ ya know?
The world is nuts/ see my knuckles? They curlin' up/
I just wanna fight sometimes/ but I might be blind/
to the type of mind/ that won't budge/ Ugh Fuck!
Fuck the system, fuck the police and politicians/
Fuck the Karens and ostracism/ Maybe we should just stop and listen?/
Yeah, I don't know what it's like to be you and you can't speak for anyone else/
Cuz not many people want to better themselves/ Goddammit, humanity's headed for Hell/
Oh yeah, fuck your title/ abusive power/ stop the cycle/
You some cowards/ drop the rifle/ or shoot me down and call me psycho/
Whatcha gonna do when it's all gone, whatcha gonna do when it's all lost
(watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do now?)
When it all falls, when it all falls
Whatcha gonna do when it's all gone, whatcha gonna do when it's all lost
(I just wanna live where the wild things are)
When it all burns, when it all burns
(SMIXX)
All yelling in an echo chamber, up to our necks in our stress and anger/
But most of us can't even see the danger of political views making us hate a stranger/
Or lose a friendship/ is it all worth it? Time to end it? Is anything perfect?/
One day we can finally mend it, but who's the ringmaster of this circus?/
This world is so divisive/ Wasting my life each post I'm writing/
Why am I fighting with another troll? Someone's wrong on Facebook, so here we go!/
Perusing the news, it's easy to lose faith/ and it's also hard to choose what's fake/
The right or left, the right or wrong?/ There's no middle ground we keep piling on/
The weight of the world is upon our shoulders/
Changing minds is like pushing boulders/
Hill after hill, then up a cliff/
and we're all exhausted so we're bound to slip/
Minds are weapons and we found a clip/
We start busting rounds with no time to grip/
and we don't even see who's down and hit/
When we finally look around we see the ground is split
Whatcha gonna do when it's all gone, whatcha gonna do when it's all lost
(watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do now?)
When it all falls, when it all falls
Whatcha gonna do when it's all gone, whatcha gonna do when it's all lost
(I just wanna live where the wild things are)
When it all burns, when it all burns
(GQ)
Now that it's over, I need the closure
Why do we fly into the sun?
Now that it's over - tell me it's over.
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20. |
The Hunters Hunted
03:47
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(GQ)
Hello (Hello) we are the hunters, hunted/
Everyone run around with guns all tucked in/
Everyone is underground, the suns are upwind/
twenty-one and over and we'll run from nothin'/
Teamed up with all the friends and foes/
We had a larger arsenal of weapons before/
Nomads, some arsonists, we're steppin with force/
Comrades who offer every breath of support/
Wait up, I'm trying to overcome hell/
This disposition got me feelin' like I'm in jail/
Tyrants against the masses, fightin'/
We go head to head, it's the clash of titans/
Fuck 'em all, Get 'em all, Kill 'em all/
Motherfuckers make me feel like I'm a criminal/
I'd rather die by the gun than to live at all/
But we're just too strong, we're never gonna fall/
We are the Hunters Hunted...
(KING DYLAN)
So, they lied, and they told us they were all on our side/
while they stole the kids and turned them to spies/
snitch on your neighbours, it's okay to do them favours/
while they bury us alive/
The dusty roads still echo at night
of the screams of the loved ones who fell in the fight
there's no escape, hoo-hoo, there's no escape/
(BUTTNZ)
Trust myself and I trust my dog/
Everything else just exists in fog/
Or maybe I'm just misting up, better lift 'em up/
Get ready for some fisticuffs/ Cuz now you done pissed me off/
So I'm jumping on stage like Baryshnikov/
and then I start spraying like Kalashnikov/
See I'm melting your face with rhymes so blistering hot/
Can't be stopped/ I'm the most precocious bloke who wrote this/
Need no ghost to post hits/ Most ferocious, dopest flow/
this kid's too focused to go toe to toe with/
Use hypnosis, smoke and potions/ gather control while we evoke emotions/
Sip some mo' suds like "Holy Moses", throwin' em fuckin' back like Scoliosis/
We are the Hunters Hunted...
(MC MOSSBERG)
Blades of grass, iron sights, and stripper clips/
You're an easy target, and I ain't missing shit/
You didnt see it coming, sure as fuck didn't hear/
pick your squad one by one as theyre gripped by fear/
Somebody's paying you, this shit, you aint got the heart for/
I'm sun tzu, and its the art of war/
yo we made an agreement, that's what the cartel's for/
You subverted the defiant then you starved the poor/
and we're done, we ain't living in the dark no more/
Shred your car door, we're on a martyr tour/
Take your best shot, I'll put your heart on the floor/
Close the barn door, excessive force like star wars/
We don't sleep, you better stay awake/
I'm like Simo Hayha, but I don't make mistakes/
Your lungs burn/ but there's no taking breaks/
We'll put it on you, tonight we're making steaks/
We are the Hunters Hunted...
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21. |
Robocalypse Now (Outro)
01:16
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22. |
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Someday I'll sleep in silence, in silent slumber
All I see is demons, demons, demons and liars
(KING DYLAN)
Call me formidable, you know that any minute I'll/
spit a flow unidentical to anything you've ever known/
I'm too original, putting lead to your face
and I'm sketching you like a criminal, before you had your weapon drawn/
But I don't mess with those stereo-types/
I go "mono e mono" and I keep burying mics/
I got the scariest guys in my corner, and if you fuck with my persona
then you're gonna pay a terrible price/
yeah, do it, I dare you to try/ I don't care/
I got embarrassing stories to go with various nights/
I've been an idiot, pity, you're not admitting it too?
Do whatcha like, but let me share some advice/
Be true to yourself, follow your gut/
Don't try to be another rapper and fall in a rut/
You'll never have enough if it's the dollar you love/
and you'll drink yourself to death if you bottle things up/
oh, oh you thought you were tough? Your life was rough?/
well I guess that means you're just a musical genius/
Your only fans are other rappers who didn't make it/
Tell me what it's like having dudes on your penis?/
No, I don't wanna know/ It's kind of funny though/
Some rappers come and go/ But I feel wonderful/
and I've been at it for twenty years/
that means I've been an addict for twenty years/
with a habit that shed some tears/
and I'm so glad when my family interferes/
and friends bring me back and sanity reappears/
On the flip side, regular joes don't understand/
"Give up this adolescent dream, become a man"/
like "Why aren't you famous yet? or got on the radio yet?/
Why aren't you making them cheques? Playing the stadium yet?"/
Like I haven't tried, yeah, maybe I'll get/
really lucky and it'll happen if you say it to death/
Someday I'll sleep in silence, in silent slumber
All I see is demons, demons, demons and liars
(MC MOSSBERG)
Remember me? I'm a weekend warrior, I'm inventive and blatant/
Tremendous fakes egg me on, but I'm mentally patient/
I'm a case study where intentional statements get mistaken for incidental greatness/
and I'm makin a list, and I'm checkin it twice/
but you don't have Claws when you flex on the mic/
So why don't you get on your bike/ and just pedal a hike/
To the highway to hell where they're expecting your type/
Yeah, I'm a typo, and you're typecast/
I write fast hits while you spite-rap with your overhyped ass/
but it's nice to laugh, so keep it up/
if you want some of this hot shit, just feel my butt/
Now I'm feelin' tough, but I might delete later/
I eat beats for lunch, then I excrete haters/
See you later you egregious 'baters/
You're a jacket potato, you know, penis taters/
So that poses a question, a master debate/
like what kinda glove do you have for your date?/
Heres a hot take: we're outstandingly great/
and you're a butthead like you have pants on your face/
and we can butt heads, like a ram with some rage/
Got your horns showin' devil, brass band in my way/
Well just candidly play all your tracks and we pray/
That i'm wrong and its not as bad as we say (it is)/
So it looks like we're at an impasse today/
That must sting homie, yo, Cassius Clay/
So get the fuck outta here with your stammering face/
You're like a week old and I got raps for days/
It's a tragic waste, and by that I mean belt size/
It's markers and fabric, last time you said you felt wise/
And for the hell-guy, my band is treason/
It's liars and frauds shaking the hands of demons, jesus/
(BUTTNZ)
You see deception in our eyes
You know the reason we're on fire
And we'll do anything you like
Fulfill your deepest desires
cuz we're all Demons and Liars
Someday I'll sleep in silence, in silent slumber
All I see is demons, demons, demons and liars
(BUTTNZ)
It was really nice to see you tonight/
Wish we could say that you have beautiful eyes/
but, you see, the thing is, that we can't see them cuz we got the wool pulled down tight/
and we've been faking this shit our whole life/ Don't anybody know what our souls like/
cuz those who were supposed to have our back were leaving a knife/
stealing pieces of our peace like thieves in the night/
And I know I had a hand in it/ But everybody had a hand in it/
So now I struggle with abandonment/ and I'm hollow like mannequin/
I hear you knockin' but you can't come in/ Ain't that the reason that I can't commit/
What it means to be a man, an shit/ c'mon honey, teach me this/
if I'm so goddamn amazing, why is nothing changing?/
And everyday I'm going crazy doing the same thing/
A wild bird in a cage, I flew into a rage/ Now I patiently wait in this docile state/
for that moment of fate to explode and escape/
No longer fuckin' up, I'm only fuckin up and away!/
and these dumbstruck mothafuckas ain't got nothing to say/
Call me the referee cuz I'm the one who's running this game/
I'm tired of this planet so I'm gon' be taking up space/
The closer I get to the light, the more I'm throwing out shade/
and I didn't mean to leave you in the dark/
Never got into crack but I can still pick your ass apart/
Especially if that ass is shaped just like a heart/
then I'm diving in face first and I'm aiming for the star/
The woman that you love and I be role-playing in the car/
Whether Pirate or Professor, she attends my Semen-arrr/
Yeah, I know exactly who you are, and I don't give a fuck who you are/
in fact, Fuck who you are!/
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The D.C. Show Calgary, Alberta
The DC Show/The Doomsday Cartel are 5 skilled emcess named King Dylan, MC Mossberg, Buttnz, GQ, and Smixx. With Dylan on the beats and rhymes being kicked by all 5 whenever they feel inclined, this collective of nerds are still on the brink of never being famous after 20 some years of rap, but they still go harder than 40 viagra pills. Just Listen, or don't. Just don't go listen to Drake instead. ... more
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