The D.C. Show, Spice 1 - Doomsday Saints 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.