Microphone Murder (5th Element Remix)

[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
You don't wanna go to war son I murder mics 'til the sun rises and the day turns to night
You don't wanna go to war kid I murder mics, watch a master at work cause my shit is certified
You don't wanna go to war son I murder mics 'til the sun rises and the day turns to night
I massacre ceremonies leaving the sight wrecked, coming direct as soon as I kick the (mic check hahahaha)

[Bridge: Robert De Niro (Al Capone)]
I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead. I want you to get this fuck where he breathes! I want you to find this nancy-boy Eliot Ness, I want him DEAD! I want his family DEAD! I want his house burned to the GROUND! I wanna go there in the middle of the night and I wanna PISS ON HIS ASHES!

[Verse 1: Donnie Menace]
Microphone check, one, two, I come through shitting out what's new
Every crew I run through because we several steps above you
Don't let your boys bump you, you're not tough dude
You're just a punk dude that lies about how your gun shoots
So I'll salute you with just two simple words fuck you
You couldn't push weight if you were working out your muscles
Fuck your paper route and hustle, you're not shit
And I got plenty of boxes for where you bone fools
I could bust flows until I see you stumble, or I could snuff you with knuckles until you're screaming uncle
Split you apart like a dysfunctional couple
And now you're drenched in red like you jumped in the blood pool
I do what I must do
Remaining devious and deviant, a lethal heathen is making you meet the reaper quick
Feeding off your fear for this beat and whatever league you're in, the team you're with
So you and your peoples can all eat a dick

[Chorus 2: Donnie Menace]
You don't wanna go to war son I murder mics 'til the sun rises and the day turns to night
You don't wanna go to war kid I murder mics, watch a master at work cause my shit is certified
You don't wanna go to war son I murder mics 'til the sun rises and the day turns to night
I massacre ceremonies leaving the sight wrecked, coming direct as soon as I kick the mic check

[Verse 2: Donnie Menace]
Three, four, speak raw
Kill the weak, defeat all
If you're not a beat boy then I show no remorse
Be warned I'm toxic to the core
Homicidal form, the type to drag you through the streets and drop you in the detour
Even dreams torn by slaughtering with supreme force
I could make you meet your judgment day, fuck Supreme Court
Spit flames or be torched, cause I'm gonna blaze your face
I'm kicking down Satan's gates just to keep my feet warm
I done love when rappers done retort, cause they don't know what I keep in store
Or by the time they handsome they'll be a corpse
If you're religious I'll assist you in meeting the Lord
You claim you've seen it all, but you ain't never seen the morgue
Bring it on, cause I'll never stop being infamous
Wrecking on all these idiots, stepping on what they implement
Keeping my lyrics rigorous, with or without an instrument
Skinning them all alive like flesh is my habiliment

[Chorus 2: Donnie Menace]
You don't wanna go to war son I murder mics 'til the sun rises and the day turns to night
You don't wanna go to war kid I murder mics, watch a master at work cause my shit is certified
You don't wanna go to war son I murder mics 'til the sun rises and the day turns to night
I massacre ceremonies leaving the sight wrecked, coming direct as soon as I kick the mic check

[Verse 3: Donnie Menace]
Five, six, rhymes sick
Slicing off your eyelids
Follow my guidance, your life is a crisis
I can make your life end like dying's enticing
Ascend you to the sky's end to find out where Christ is
Fuck a freestyle, I'll show you what my price is
Cuz leaving rappers silent is always priceless
For less than five cents I could rise up in your dime bitch
And nut up on her lips and say that she kissed my kids
Keeping the mic gripped running around all these rookies
Treating them like a pimp cause I'm selling these pussies
I know I said I'm cold as ice but I could change overnight
Now I'm hotter than fat people in Hell with a hoodie
Don't push me, I'm already sickly and hot
And I'm thinking about the ways that I could rip up your knots
So whether your ready or not, I'm spitting these shots
And making you the opening act for Biggie and Pac

[Chorus 2: Donnie Menace]
You don't wanna go to war son I murder mics 'til the sun rises and the day turns to night
You don't wanna go to war kid I murder mics, watch a master at work cause my shit is certified
You don't wanna go to war son I murder mics 'til the sun rises and the day turns to night
I massacre ceremonies leaving the sight wrecked, coming direct as soon as I kick the mic check