Music : Kevin Pouya/Junius Rogers/Vinicius Sosa/Michele Scatamacchia/Christopher Rockwell
Lyrics : Kevin Pouya/Junius Rogers/Vinicius Sosa
MTM, hit em with the heat!
Mula!
I'm spittin' side to side, turn this shit to genocide
Draco like it's Soulja Boy, shootin' like a Polaroid
Bulletproof shower cap, for this Super Soaker toy
Walkin' on the water, bitch, call me young Jehova, boy
I think you next up, prolly get yo head bust
I think you next up, prolly get yo head bust
Got my twin shorty and, her and her friends snortin' ****
Needle in your arm, like a young bitch sai
Godzilla!
My cauldron bubbles be gone with knives as big as King Kong
I walk around like I am holy but the gates want me gone
A phone no signal, can call a gun nobody can draw
I wanna sleep, but rest is where the Reaper sees all
Okay, now icepick inside you, hit organs and vitals
I take it out then go to school, continue the cycle
The blood flow like geysers, fall down to the fire, yuh
I take it out then go to work, continue the cycle (Godzilla!)
Aye, yuh, aye, yuh, aye
Zilla got the SK and Mula got the AK
And Baby Bone creeping about the cut with the grenade launcher
All of these rappers jump on my shit
Like they wanna get tickets for dinner
And you f****ts ain't ready for what we deliver
Pull up with the trigger, then leave you for dead
Gimme some ramen, then wanna leave my head
****ing these bitches, gettin' left on read
Suicidal, never really wanna leave my bed
I just want to swallow lead
I'm thinkin' about the end today
I wanna see Peep and X today
I wanna grow wings and horns and die
And ride the horse and fly away, yuh
Yeah, bitch, it's Slickback Silverback
Coming through to let you know City Morgue and Baby Bone
Coming through with a Fat Nick to **** yo ass with