Doomsday Saints ft. Spice 1 Lyrics

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 gone saddle thrones

Now we just linked up on one of the fuckin' raddest songs

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 we won't be silent

No we going through the 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 stacking 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 your bet

We're cutting off a pound of your flesh, it's time to stand and attest

We snap your necks with the sound and effects

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 gone watcha gone do-do-do? Do-do-do?

It's the D-C S-H-O-W

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 suckers are fucked up on cocaine

I'm synonymous with ominous killers with no name

It's a promise - I'm a prominent villain with no fame

Who you tryna diss? my rhyming is killer 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 Xbox

Blow, I smoke a lot of mothafuckin' weed

Always trying to get the homie keyed

No job, nigga 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, playa

Got to get my money, I'm never lagging' or bullshitting

Pullin' up in form with diamonds shine and the roof missing

Me and my niggaz 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 gone watcha gone do-do-do? Do-do-do?

It's the D-C S-H-O-W

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're boxers

Get in the circle with these hands, call it clock-work

Time is ticking 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 them down?

Yeah, I'll see ya 'round! Watch them all fleeing town

And we just get better with every album we announce!

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, the toughness is a bluff bro, you're quite soft

Put them 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 hitting Spicy shots

Who's the fuckin' murderer? We'll put you in a tiny box

We're having grimy 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 gone watcha gone do-do-do? Do-do-do?

The overlords of rhyming, The D.C.