my man Ikbal suckin' off a manatee saying fuck twice that's bare profanity my favourite subject back in school was humanities oh my gosh, this rhyme is insanity from the way that i swagger to the way that i roll you can tell from my charm that i got no soul you can tell from my flows when i'm ready to go and when you're ready to blow, we'll take this outta control because you don't know me I've never been a real G so wait in line and tell your family yeah thats us, we jus' fleein' the scene and we got more bitches than Wolf Town Dance Team remember seeing is believing when you see me you won't be leaving like the whole town's up in arms across the ceiling shit, she's stopped breathing it went from a headache to 'get me a medic! Now!' you may recognise us from the news, or from pwning the noobs all over youtube so let me hear you shout the mysterons you adore and when we hit the floor we get the bitches gallore oh no, oh no, someones called the five-o but by the time they show we're already ready to roll this one goes out to all the daughters remember water is water and pigs get slaughtereddid you hear that? the pigs get slaughtered like rat-a-tat-tat and we will enforce it i'm meaner, than the worlds ever seen and i'm cleaner, than your mom's ever been-a stop, take a minute while i sip my ribeana, or my pina yeah my pina colada out of all the OGs you've seen i'm much harder i dont wanna barter, i just take what i gotta, and if i die, i'll be a motherfuckin' martyr don't get me wrong im a lyrical terrorist like Moe in his death cab, crusin' through the morning mist, with your mom's name on the top of his to do list BANG BANG here come the bullets BANG BANG here come the bulies to ruck you out fully, ruck you out fully,we got you scoped on the mysteron radar is that your mom cotchin' with walko at the bar well you can run but you wont get far til my main man Sadler rolls up inside a cop car i'm criss, i'm Christopher Columbus all you niggers, you can't even test us that's right, i'm a mysteron i've been a mysteron since day one ever since i sailed the seven seas, i've been one of them real Gs you should have told us sooner, you wounder i been flexin her ever since you pwned her we're always off the hizzle, fo' shizzle and every other nizzle, with a bizzle from another mizzle snoop D O double gizzle, T B fizzle just skizzle to my lizzle while i dizzle what i dizzle bizzle you wanna get fresh with me, you'll be in heaven to book an appointment please dial 1337 we always cotchin the ends from Wolf Town, to Brum Ends, and even down in LDN, and if you cuttin to McCoy ends, that's where I'll be freshenin' up for the poonaniyo, this is how i ride with 15 niggers cotchin' at my side every man is bussin' a gat and wearin' a sick new era hat we always tested by fassy holes but we leave them wounded by bullet holes in the winter we don't get colds just bare bare bare bare bare bare bare bare more ho's Wardo's bussin 20 bill on a comic while sadlol's sessionin' the gin and tonic my man ikabl is tokin' the chronic and Walko's got bare exams at college yo did i just see bullshit happenin'? bell JR's grandad and get him to slap them merked down in a car, the mans got blapped dem and if you hate on the mysterons you're a bumbalcaat battyman it's 9pm and im not at McCoy's yard so i bell up Kathryn to mish in her car we gotta pick up Jimmy T but it ain't far cheers for the lift bitch, you're a superstar arrive in reans and knock the door get inside and flex some gears of war every man's lookin' criss, ready to score shame there's no babes in Wolf Town no more flexin' canal with a newky brown it's the most criss drink you can get in Wolf Town on the dancefloor bitches gather round so i bust out some windmills and merk 'em down head rest got jacked, taxi man wounder if Mo-Oz had of left it we would have got home sooner call up exp.biz and score some budda my name is sadlol, aint no nigga coolerwhen i was young, busters diss cause i was too tall but take a look at me now, i'm reppin' tettenhall we flexin all the tunes to fill up the dance halls and i buss the mic over to puvan kale a real 'G' blud, 'cause I got proof back in the day Columbus knocked out my tooth that ain't a lie son, it's the god's honest truth way back when we was just youths, knew I was destined to spit lyrics in this booth so fuck all your cliques, and your fake-ass crews you don't wanna be the wigga dead on the 10 o'clock news Trevor McDonald in the back, checkin' me on twos test the mysterons and you're gonna get slewed bite off your head, and it's gonna get chewed we step to the stage and we never get booed 'cause quite frankly mate, we're not your average dudes ladies all around us, ladies in the nude take the ladies back-stage and get out the lube we can say what we like, and never get sued like the tramp by KFC, never gettin no food hold up a second, let my man intrudeshit, goddamn, is it ever gonna stop? we drop the bombs and a buster says 'what?' load the gat, we only need the one shot we drop the beats like 'blap blap blap' we mix the bass so criss with the treble we get the balance criss 'cause Dave bust his spirit level when i'm tense i get hench like The Punisher "what man, she asked you to punish her?" i woud've decked her, man, i would've slewed her you can tell my sick flows have gotten cruder i'll have a carlsberg, mate, if you're gettin a round it tastes like piss, but it's criss, cause it's only a pound sup him up real quick and then smash the glass use the broken bastard bottle to slash your bastard ass oh no, oh no, someones called the five-o like D-Unit cotchin' in the casino Smestow members, ready to roll pull a drive-by on St. Peters in my fuckin' six fo' a bunch of bible bashers, that's all that they are so don't act suprised when Wardo rolls up in his car gattin' all you suckers, just for laughs leave your bodies drownin' in Central Baths lock the lifeguards in the sauna, so they can't save your ass i suppose i shudda warned ya', i don't take no fraf like i'd ever wanna take your gash never in a million years, with that much fanny rash the bitch even tried payin' me cash taxed the silly slut, i spent it on some hash yo you should know, the mysterons never play it fair so bring the mutherfuckin' ruckus, if you dare anytime, anywhere, we don't really care 'cause if you're dumb enough to step to us, it's simple math son, and you're gonna get rushedhave you ever seen a white man cruisin' the cut mooring up his boat while he's bunnin' a soot that is my barge blud i dont get there on foot this narrow-boat's been pimped out to fuck "six miles an hour?", bitch shut yo' mouth we hit the nitrous, and we're heading down south to LDN, where the gangstas ride with aloy portholes, side to side yadda da mean when i say alloy porthole i mean like the 20 inch rims on my imparla six fo' and then we cut to the House Of Lol to pick up The Wish Club, and merk the five-o cruise it back to the Canal Club meet with exp.biz and score the bud ruck the DJ, ruck-ruck the DJ, we storm the stage ruck the DJ, like we own the damn place this isn't a disgace
WAT DA FOK!?!?!
We are three incredibly talented musicians (and numerous others) that believe it is finally our time to denounce the world's evil with our music. After forming more than 1500 years ago we have spent huge portions of our lives crafting our music into the aural equivalant of Jesus. Mere lexis cannot comprehend the glorious gift we are giving to you dear listener... so please sit back, listen, and weep!
