Stan Manson - Moriarty lyrics

[Intro: 6DB] I think I fixed the problem boys, victory! [Verse 1: Fizziq AKA Positivity] Private Island with a volcano on it Cyanide pills in your food makes you vomit Brain capacity twice that of a regular human The global order's imminent demise is looming Made and grown in a test tube like the ba*tard child of Frankenstein Hand crafted with sk**, intelligence, care, and time But at the end of the day only one thing matters Do my plots and plans put me one rung above you on the ladder Of the corrupt and convoluted system you designed Once the targeting system of my doomsday device is armed and primed It'll be the end of times So say your prayers one and all The catechism of your impending fall Was written in your own blood, sweat, and tears Of the fears and jeers of a society built on false flag Reminiscent of Babel before the fall A million languages spoken, no one to understand them all Ungrounded and ruthless in your pursuit Of a two-faced society like the wolfman hirsute My doomsday device is a machine without cogs Without wires or gears, In its immortal name we rule And that name is "Mob" [Verse 2: Jerk Tasty "The Beauty Queen"] Suit of armor, like Vader, got lasers, I'm losing my mind I don't remember a single day since 1999 Y2K fried my redundant computer brain That's why I come at you again and again Maybe I'm more man than machine I keep my mind clean I'm a f**ing machine if you know what I mean The earth trembles when I get on my flex I got vocal finesse, I'm the best, I'ma think you to d**h Straight grinning, I'm spinning you head over heels Your f**ing ideals I don't subscribe to spinning their wheels And they can't get no traction You're a f**ing reaction, can't put your thoughts into action I'm the ultimate expression of practicality Kamikaze, I'll k** myself just to see That I'm gonna end your life Don't give a f** if I live or I die What, because it's a comeback? Beauty queen on the mic, yeah you know that Young jerk throwing haymaker punches Junk squad on the playground stealing your lunches I never even need a piece One word from me and you'll leave in defeat Cause I'm the greatest and you'll never see me coming We're the greatest and you'll never see us coming [Verse 3: Stan Manson] Hey yo I slide into the cypher like a python I'll slice and dice you like a Scyther to a f**ing Porygon Herringbone, with the links and the minks And my neck so exquisite, I be stunting like the sphinx And that's some pyramid sh**, top secret hit list Diamond bezel on the Rollie you gone wanna covet this Ladies always asking if I run with Illuminati Before we getting naughty up in the Buggati Young and privileged, doing so much business Giving tip, k**ing it, Franklins yeah we stack that sh** I got so many sources, they wanna know the source is I wish they'd take a break and we could all live in some ignant bliss, man [Verse 4: Dr. Colossus] The doctor got a PHD, in straight murdering Prescription is the THC, I'm straight burning em Strapped against the TNT, your blood's curdling Firing off the 303, the action is affirming I was born in the gulag, raised off of 2Pac Everyday I stay up slanging, pushing rocks I need a U-Haul Everyday I stay up stacking paper taller than the Eiffel Everyday my table whiter than a motherf**ing narwhal And I ball John Wall, got snow like St. Paul, sh** on y'all like seagulls Ball like John Wall, snow like St. Paul, sh** on y'all like seagulls Collossiconaclast, Collossipocalypse, all-knowing, omnipresent, ominous The rap Indrid Cold, cuz I got alien flow, homie my third eye open got a golden soul I'm green brick laying, green making, green chasing, green Blazing, king slaying, better watch the throne And if you can't visualize your devised demise Let my words paint the picture, Jean-Leon Gerome I'm mad villainous [Verse 5: Stan Manson] You know it, Stan ships crack rocks so good, and no I won't stop And you can take that to the bank, but I don't partake, smoke so dank These nugs done stank, I mix with drank, and my breath so rank while I'm chased by skanks And my whips a tank so y'all will see me, got a villa in the Alps when y'all Swiss cheesed me Off, but either way I'm getting paid And still praying to the Birdman so I'm always getting saved And yo I'm never cleanly shaved, man I'm far too rustic But when my crib gets dirty, call my maid over to dust it Junk Squad don't give a f** about your bullsh** We V.I.P. all night so that's how you know we on it This room full of dimes and I just pray they all legal And I recycle my lyrics, man, this sh** is so regal You looking pretty feeble, rap game Smeagol Dry like Tostitos, we the rap game Beatles Let me say that one more time Hey yo you dry like Tostitos, we the rap game motherf**ing Beatles [Verse 6: Jay Z Jr.] The villains back, prepared to sling a dime sack The type that say you're never gonna catch me on a hype track Homie don't fight back, b**hes don't like that Catch me in the trap getting light with a Buddha sack Taking a power nap, the days aren't long enough If I'm still awake rolling a J up with the stronger stuff I'd be a baller but I never grew up tall enough I'd be a baller but I never grew up tall enough Get 'em! Call me Ash Ketchum The type to play your grandmas in Scrabble and then contest them The type to Pokebattle your a** and prolapse your rectum The type to get drunk, addled and shatter my own perception Real rappers write a verse and rehearse it a thousand times Real rappers write a verse and they never die They never die [Chorus] Junk Squad's in the motherf**ing building So get your hands to the motherf**ing ceiling New World Order mission we fulfilling So put your hands on the motherf**ing ceiling Junk Squad's in the motherf**ing building So get your hands to the motherf**ing ceiling New World Order mission we fulfilling So put your hands on the motherf**ing ceiling Junk Squad's in the motherf**ing building So get your hands to the motherf**ing ceiling New World Order mission we fulfilling So put your hands on the motherf**ing ceiling Junk Squad's in the motherf**ing building So get your hands to the motherf**ing ceiling New World Order mission we fulfilling So put your hands on the motherf**ing ceiling