Death to Mumble Rap (Explicit)

Death to Mumble Rap (Explicit) - GAWNE/Luke Gawne/Mac Lethal/Futuristic/Crypt

Lyrics by：Luke Gawne

Composed by：Luke Gawne

GAWNE：

This a warnin' shot to every motherf**kin'

Little one-hit-wonder rap mumble brother

Crypt and I finna get paid a bundle so we teamed up

Top five dead or alive we're bringin' the rain and thunder

Goin' insane I'll be choppin' like a helicopter blade

Man the wolf's begun to hunt the jungle

Stomach rumbles lookin' for somethin' d**n

Where the f**k's Lil Pump at

I'm kinda hungry

These kitties better never come to my city

Come to the Windy you gon' get nothin' but animosity

Midwest monopolies monstrosities

Rap god I'ma leave the beat in poverty

Hostility drop a bomb on the enemy

Artillery blowin' up your auxiliary

Hit 'em with the intercontinental capabilities

Leavin' no stability in the Middle East

Benghazi Hillary yeah

Will I be a kamikaze and kill a beat

Nobody really wanted this smoke so I'm hittin' 'em with the Juul pod n******e

Smokin' 'em like a chicken in the rotisserie

Finger on the frickin' detonator incinerating

And straight eviscerators I consider eliminating

Every hater in the visible vicinity like Arnold Schwarzenegger

Terminator f**kin' mumble rap exterminator

Then again I spit it wicked demented and venomous

'Cause I'm sick of the bitter freakin' diggin' and reapin' the benefits

When I'm rappin' it like a missile disintegrated in remnants

I'm beginnin' to be the reaper so I load the MAC attack

Doo-doo

Everybody dies when I nuke you

Screws loose losin' my mind I'm goin' cuckoo

Who knew I would be the rap Babe Ruth

Jésus in suede shoes I hit 'em and straight shoot

The skeletons walk through the elements wordsmith the Letterman

Way too competitive rap with the best of 'em the veterans

And I've just entered the seventh level of hell the devil

Mama made it out the ghetto

So how the f**k could I not be the illest when I feel like a villain

Killin' anybody at will

I'm villainous still a gorilla

I'm pillagin' villages and buildings pavilions King Kong

I'm pro'bly makin' a song for Kim Jong

So ching-chong kiddies sing-along as I'm rippin' about the quickest

Yeah when I'm pickin' apart the rap and I put the pen the pad

And Peter Piper pickin' a pickled pepper Peter I picked it next

I figure that I'm doin' this straight just s**ttin' tracks at mumble rap

Uh Gucci gang Gucci gang Gucci gang

Brrt

Shooting range too much rage who to slay

Grippin' I weaponize all the rhymes they demise

To the mumble gods when we hit 'em like it's MMA

Gucci-Gucci-Gucci-Gucci-Gucci gang

Murder everybody like a shooting rampage

Yeah kill 'em all Fentanyl blow 'em up molotov

Mazel tov death to mumble I rule the game

Futuristic：

Sheesh

Yo

Yo I'm not a hater but I'll call a n***a out on his s**t

I see a lot of people makin' money off of the kids

They poppin' pills tryna hide they real feels

See somebody OD then be surprised when it happens to them

I'm counter-culture y'all some vultures f**k that

Prayin' on they downfalls and bump that

Use this music dudes is foolish

Ignorant n***as flashin' they cash blowin' money they don't have

Flow infinite I let 'em all rent it and I laugh

Futuristic the illest with the pen and the pad

Since a young lad been out as the gun blast

I was writin' raps while you was still watchin' Rugrats

Ante I'ma up that

Uh

Put your money where your mouth is you don't want smoke your lung's black

Took a year off to sing on a bunch of songs

I was tired of rap but now I'm joinin' with a comeback

Sheesh

I'm tired of verses without a purpose

Yeah

I'm tired of guns in the videos

Uh huh

I'm sick of fakin' it until you make it

That s**t don't make sense when you really broke

I'm sick of that mumblin' BS

That music that regress I just wanna see less

I'm tired of seein' the homies on shirts

With the R.I.P letters right off of the heat press

D**n

Get your mind right

When the time right I know that they'll reflect

You don't gotta listen to my music it's cool

But you do gotta show the young man respect

Or my hand up on yo' neck 'til I stretch the cords

Mumble rap zero us four check the score

Woo

There's somebody to come at me I'm the best with wars

I move in silence comin' up like Tesla doors

Ugh

Crypt：

Yeah

Huh

I don't really know what to do be comin' and spit fast

Flow so immaculate give me a pat on the back

Like I'm Brady and Belichick I got these haters in check

I leave a mess if

They thinkin' of steppin' to the best then give 'em whiplash

Whether if you noddin' up and down from the beat of the track

Or givin' 'em uppercuts 'til their feet is up in their a*s

I'ma kill a mumblin' motherf**ker before he kill somebody else

With the message that he's tryna make come to past

Hello motherf**ker you heard me right

Guess it's hard to listen when your head is filled with purpose right

Get murked tonight 'cause b***hes like you deserve to die

Get hurt inside with rhymes and it's absurd that I

Have to come back and reiterate this s**t

I'ma charge you a fee for extendin' my hit list

Play stupid games win stupid prizes

They'll have you forever lookin' at the back of your eyelids

And yeah we just got back from a funeral

Luke Mac Crypt and Futuristic it was beautiful

We had to say goodbye to some of the ignorants in the game

But that's what happens when they ruin the image that we portray

We don't play around the audience should know it now

Now I'm not sayin' we played a part in the death

But to be honest if ever the blame goes around

We take responsibility 'fore we dig 'em up and kill 'em again

Mac Lethal/GAWNE/Crypt：

Oh y'all sell tickets like Marvel movies

Well I still hate it like Scorsese

Y'all are just food from McDonald's

And I am a gourmet filet that's more tasty

I'm more crazy than a short lady

Tryna give birth to eighty-four babies

In the very back of a Porsche Cayman

I bury rappers then pour pavement

Just because you're rappin' fast

Doesn't mean that you're sayin' something

Y'all mo'f**kers rap so d**n slow

That somehow you're literally sayin' nothin'

Just because you can rap fast

Doesn't mean that you can rap good

Well just because you can rap at all

Doesn't mean that your motherf**kin' a*s should

Should'a could'a would'a hit a hood up with a psycho

Analytical metaphysical mastermind I'm makin' a f**kin' mockery

Of anybody makin' an attempt at taking the f**kin' top from me

I brutalize the beat and get the broccoli

Brru-brru

Build a Tommy gun and then the bodies come

Du-du-du-du-du-du

Here the choppers come

Everybody gotta win you gotta get aboard

There's blood up in the ocean water and it's washin' to the shore ayy

I'm rotten to the core catch a body maybe four

I'm gonna drop you to the floor like this is Gatti versus Ward

I got a shotty and a sword in fact I'm already at war

You know I got a perfect score but I'ma stomp on you some more

You'll be dead body in the morgue talkin' to the Lord

You ain't got an audience no more all of 'em are bored

You don't party anymore nobody watches when you perform

Now you gotta go and get a job at the Gucci store

Gucci gang Gucci gang Gucci gang

Song is two years old gee whiz who would think

Pull your motherf**kin' pants up your coochie stank

F**k the dumbass tats on your stupid face

I'd rather listen to Wu-Tang

I'd rather listen to Luke and Crypt

I'd rather listen to Futuristic

And you'd rather listen to this

I'm about to really go insane if the game

Gives even a half a lil' bit of fame

To another motherf**ker that got "Lil" in his name

F**k Gucci you should join the literacy gang

Kids used to want to be astronauts in space

Now kids wanna put tats up on they face

All we tryna be is the best MCs

This the death of mumble rap rest in peace