Mayday

[Verse 1: C-Ray]
It's still mayday nigga
Devastating
Fell and crack your melon 'fore you bust a grape
Featherweight
Hit the head and belly of a heavy
Then the belt I take
Sell it
Fuck a relic
I be pelted by a thousand rounds of pellets for I ever take time away from this to floss homie keep it real
Times are hard, we trynna split the cost
Trynna get a deal
Hell naw!
We trynna get this jar open, load a piece
Throw a beat on hip and we just start choking
Then we cloud kick, how sick
Do you wanna be and how much do you want this shit to hurt?
Cause when you come at me, from my cloud I clap a thunderbolt
And cut a throat or three, or just cut a throat or two
See it's fun to no degree
As we running over beats, indeed we buffalo with cleats
With the lowest score for decency, I'm flunking so-to-speak
But it's nothing, don't go call the principle I've come to snuff em
Supervillain
This is all a ritual in which I'm loving (*screams*)

[Verse 2: Chris Davis]
Hey yo I hate when they question cause I really can't explain the fact how I've become a maniac
Every time my brain react
On the mic I carry wisdom like a bolder guy
Strong enough to carry the city because my shoulder's wide
I quit rap and my esophagus won't
Don't out Romney cause I'll never win the popular vote
I'm on silly
If you ain't spitting you can hand me the mic
Though I'm slept on like the mat within the Pacquiao fight
My philosophy, they think I'm weak but I dismiss the fact I'm not a Christian rapper, I'm a Christian that rap
They tried to put me in a box, but I'm resisting the trap
Cause they never hold me back, that's just an instance of fact
Y'all can have your little slice while I devour the cake
Shoot so much that I should probably charge a hourly rate
Dudes talking all crazy, see this coward is fake
Try to get up in my gold and act like I were to pay
Learned long ago, it don't take much to see a rib break
I'm not a fighter but I'm down to see how much your chin take
My mentality
Spit catastrophe and cause a tragedy
Mind-state puffing some violent demons to battle me
When I spit, I get em hype like I'm a Rocky flick
I tried being humble, but I'm back now on my cocky tip
Saying you got money, watch the squads that's how my posse gets
Crying for attention on a boat like you a sloppy chick

[Verse 3: Wildcard]
I'm just screwed up and moody so crews who usually excluded me
Cause I'm loony and truthfully shit had wounded me brutally
So I grew to be brutal, rooted and brewing my lunacy
Now I move like a fugitive
Music league on a shoe streak
I'mma nuisance with nooses for all these newbies that [moods?] off me
And immune to these looses but not the beautiful nudity
I remember when floozies would always choose to be rude to me
Now the few that had booed me are supergluing they wound to me
I'm intruding communities like I'm Zeus with immunity
The solution to sewer music, I'm tuning is super deep
And I'll always be truthful to all my pupils
Assume that I'm only untrue when I tell my girl I "screw her exclusively"
Now I'm [swooping?] Chris Davis, and Charlie Ray we gon split heads
They call me Wildcard, my minds a lab and I spit meth
I set you cats afire coming after your bitch next
And when she swallow she gon kill more kids than crib death
What!