The Hitlist

[Intro: Donnie Menace & Chino XL]
What he does to your nerves is as frightening as what he does to his victims
Yeah, Fundament on the beat, Nite Breed, funeral director motherfucker
Now once again, you've fallen to a dimension that’s horrifying (horrifying)
Take your family and do not come back until you're absolutely certain it is safe for you to do so
Listen

[Verse 1: Donnie Menace]
We're coming with that sick stuff, making every sorry bitch front
You would think I got a tooth pulled the way I spit blood
You would think I share root beer the way I split mugs
Fist in your face then Jersey Shore fist pump your chick’s cunt
I don't like rappers nor thеir raps recited when thеy grab a mic
I make virgin music, every track is tight
I earned that bragging right
You could have Prozac for life and get your manners right and still won't be half as nice
I duff swaggettes for public relations
Fucking bitches in the audience is public relations
I'm something amazing, special, handicapped, mental
Every bar I gas naturally, bitch I'm flex fuel
Zip code, I'll go postal if I address you
Bust and put a kid on ice, no test tube
Test me, I'll test you, you'll get slaughtered son and leave you walking funny like your right foot inside a left shoe

[Chorus]
This a-this a dumb test, I’m not an exam
I’ll run up on you with grenades in my hand
Anyone wa-wa-wa-want, you want some of this
Motherfuckers trying to diss get put on the hitlist
Get put on, get-get put-put on the hitlist
I'll run up on you with grenades in my hand
Competition is none
I don’t feel none of y'all

[Verse 2: Donnie Menace]
If you're listening you're guaranteed ridiculous bars
Fucked up like seeing a baby get hit by a car
Bringing you harm, I don’t play around while you're played out like punchlines about splitting cigars
Recognize that I'm one of the rawest in the game
Darkest in the game, bitch I'm like Martin with the pain
Heroin bars up in your veins torturing your mind
Tossing organs in the sky if I wanna make it rain
I do my own thing while you fail with your steez
Looking dumber than faggots with foxtails in their jeans
I represent the rugged motherfuckers, and I don't trust you new niggas
Like I'm Uncle Ruckus motherfucker, every rhyme I write's ruthless
Homicide music
Rap's like The Ring cause somebody dies to it
I'll pick up the mic and get props when I do this
You don't do shit like the Occupy Movement

[Chorus]
This a-this a dumb test, I'm not an exam
I'll run up on you with grenades in my hand
Anyone wa-wa-wa-want, you want some of this
Motherfuckers trying to diss get put on the hitlist
Get put on, get-get put-put on the hitlist
I'll run up on you with grenades in my hand
Competition is none (Yeah)
I don't feel none of y'all

[Verse 3: Donnie Menace]
I'll let a junkie recite my bars to say my skill is dope
Eazy-E with AIDS rapping, I got the illest quotes
Really though I got a killer soul, I cut off Obama's face
And wear it as a mask while I go and kill the Pope
I no longer give a fuck about the underground or mainstream
Fans are fans, I give a fuck about who plays me
A harder artist is a harder artist, you could take pride in a job with market but that doesn't mean you aren't garbage
Cross me and I'll reduce your faith
When I start spewing flames that'll make your skull and bones illuminate
I'll shred throats 'til the blood gives me drenched clothes
I'll give you head beats, I don't mean the headphones
I'll eat a bunch of foods with nothing but gas in it
Drink a gallon of milk and I'll guzzle some laxative
Run inside your bathroom and dump a giant massive shit
And write your name on toilet paper just to wipe my ass with it
Bitch

[Chorus]
This a-this a dumb test, I'm not an exam
I'll run up on you with grenades in my hand
Anyone wa-wa-wa-want, you want some of this
Motherfuckers trying to diss get put on the hitlist
Get put on, get-get put-put on the hitlist
I'll run up on you with grenades in my hand
Competition is none
I don't feel none of y'all