(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.
credits
from Robocalypse Supreme,
track released June 3, 2023
Written by D.Roberts/J.Mosier/O.Zacharias/G.Furber/C.Smith/R.L.Green Jr.
Recorded, mixed & Produced by King Dylan
Featuring Spice 1
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
Two brothers tell their true coming-of-age story together through hip-hop bangers that draw from a wide array of pop influences. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 20, 2017
