Second "Single" for The MΩΩN. This features my brudda Mr. G and is my first solo collaboration with producer KenKen! First of many. Enjoy.

LYRICS!

V1
Lyrically I feel like brotha lynch
Mind sick , I'd get my brother lynched
these days I'm on some other shit, put all y'all 6 feet under shit
You no fuck wit this, push bars on creatine, cuts give your skull ravines
Choppin heads off rappers who keep mispronouncing guillotine
Snakes to ya mother's scalp, now they call, her Medusa
Stuff ya heart, in the juicer
Other parts, to manure
Eat ya flesh, (Mmm) seconds in breach of your depth
Don't Reach for that vest, bullets have already seeped into ya chest

HOOK

Death to competition rip to our rivals
Terror to your city genocide on arrival
Praise my revelation only key to survival
Bars on god mode, bow to your American Eyedols
X2

V2
Look in my eyes
As I orchestrate your demise
Bound to my torture device
None of you guys
Even prayed before you die
Must not take value in life
The building reeks of Homicide
This scene could get me Ostracized
All the nauseous hide
Vomit upon the sight
Of skinless Body types
Step in like it's Contra 5
Bigger bang than when stars collide
Take ya chick get all inside
Her fishes got Piranha bite
You niggas fake
My fists don't discriminate if bitches hate you'll be up in the building mean glaring wit Rihanna's eyes
No I don't hit women that's a play on you men in the building cuz most of you niggas is broads
Punches and punches they puncture to add some mandibular fossas to ya fuckin jaw
You lack any balls
Claim you beast but you lion so I had to you leave you wit a scar
Choppin ya body like Mr. G chops instrumentals chop-chop-chop like cerebral pals
Rip it n zip him up KenKen done killed it again on some sinister something bizzare
Blood on our palms
Flip em inside out n then skin em n stuff his organs in a jar
Leave em looking like Alonzo wit all of them hollows in him n the side of his car
Back back my nigga I thought you would figure you'd get burned Tryna to get close to a star

HOOK

V3 (Mr. G)
i look up to nobody but no lookin down
chop it up like a chef so guess who kookin now
you dont want no beef thats some bull like a cow
i just wanna ball im under your brow
let me teach you how-welkome you to danger
show you some anger-drama branger-
you biodegraded-once your initiated-in my elimation chamber-
the mangler-i rip it to pieces right as soom ad fhe beast releases
you pissed kuz kicked the dopest of feces-
murder them all wit my brotha agenius
you thought that had it but naw we not having it
kut off yo hands aint no way you can handle it
stick to myself kuz these ppl so dcandaloud
sac to dallas its the king and the maverick
your girl on my foit long like we makin sandwiches
you know she gone eat it, and im finna beat it, skeet it and leave it, wrap it up tight kuz i kant leave my seed in-obvioud reasons
she not havin my baby-that ho she was krazy-ironic ahe swallow mu babys like krazy-hit it dismiss it and get the next lady
i never been runnin cept off at the mouth
anybodybthat know me know what im about
smokin on cookies but we aint bo scouts
you stay in yo house and never kome out
ans thats thw main reason you runnin yo mouth
whispsr about mr but never do shout
talk to the pigs then we kut out yo snout
wet em all up if we up in the drought

HOOK X2

OUTRO