[Verse 1: Redrum]
F is for we leave you layin' flat out on your block, dude
L is for the line, if you cross it, we pop you
M is for the massive, that's a word that means colossal
FLM, we torture docile rappers in our hostel
We get hostile, bury you deep, you's a fossil
Compared to us, you faggots might as well be singing gospel (Singin')
We get at you, bullets bless you, get it? Achoo!
And paint a picture with your blood like horrorcore's Picasso
Fuck the movie, the real apocalypse apostle (Yeah)
Is back to warn humanity, these beasts have come to mark you
First thеy watch you, then once they gеt you, then they got you (Got you)
Reptilians that wear your fuckin' body like a costume
Linerz run the streets at night like n***as Nosferatu
Smokin' holy ghosts and blowin' spirits out our nostrils
Some said we were dead and gone but we was playin' possum
Been gone for twenty years but yeah, still as hot as El Diablo

[Verse 2: Mr. Hyde]
So now evacuate the planet for the rise of the Satanic
It's dramatic how we shatterin' your frame like it's ceramic
Panoramic paranoia, hectic like a battle royale
Organs splattered on the floor is what we got in store for ya
Grab your skull, then headbutt it, hit you like I'm Razor Ruddock
So now grip the trigger, pull it, brain we infiltrate with bullets
You don't want it with my zombies, honestly we gotta eat (What!)
Our teeth will tear through your Armanis, bodies rotting in the streets
Knives will violate your vessel, wrestle with the grizzly bear
Dead you swift and never give a damn and post a pic on Instagram
Quick to flip and jab you, right cross, left uppercut
I'll pull your cards with no prob like David Blaine shuffled 'em
I cut you, leave incisions, all you bitches come up missin'
Snuff and crush you like the third member of The Demolition
Prayin', wishin' for the fatal shot in hopes that all the pain will stop
Instead you'll stay and rot, you ain't escapin' Salem's Lot
[Verse 3: Gravedigger]
Yeah! Just in case I missed you on the last one
Flatline Massive shine so great because we run with passion
Give me my bread, Devil Dame Dash and I ain't askin'
For a second time I'm takin' action
Hit you with the poker, my spirit will never fold (Nope)
Sometimes you gotta fight the dark side and I'm willin' to go
Sometimes makin' a stand means killin' a foe (Ah)
And draggin' 'em to the graveyard and then drop 'em below
Yo! You can't break me, I'm unbendable
Wrap you n***as up like tentacles (Get over here!)
Call me a monkey and I show you what gorillas do
Chop you bitches up like syllables (Slice, slice)
I've been a fool but I've been wise
These Bed-Stuy guys make you rappers flip more burgers than Five Guys
Keep 'em in line but why I gotta chastise
And have you doin' The Mannequin Challenge when The Nine rise

[Verse 4: Kool G Rap]
Miami Vice type of life in some silk garments (Garments)
High rise apartments, work from Colombian farmers (Farmers)
Black Benz, black rims with they glass tint
Dresses on my women, show they titties and they ass prints (Ass prints)
It ain't no future and you frontin', leave you past tense (Not at all)
I gets it crackin', MAC-10s will leave his back drenched (For real)
Hitmen up on the payroll so lay low (Lay low, n***a)
I throw some bread down on you a-holes, get halos
Like n***as in Waco, when I say so, they blaze ghosts (Blaow)
Leave a gapin' hole in your face when that eight blow
Latino killers, it's Felipe and Pedro
Plaid-shirted n***as that'll waste you for a peso (Yeah, n***a)
Bloody bodies hit the pavement when that pistol shake (Pistol shake)
I turn the grounds at my own estate to Crystal Lake (Uh)
I'll be the last one you encounter with a nickel plate
No Average Joe, I rate the dope from that official weight
[Verse 5: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
It's Blaze Ya Dead Homie and it ain't just a namesake
Smoke weed from state to state, every day it's a clambake
Some call me an inmate locked inside my mind
Or the monster in The Upside Down, it's feeding time
Block out the sunshine, I hung up like you decline
Appetites is planets so you fuckin' with the wrong one
I'm Garokk! In the Savage Land, understand
Terminus, Lazarus, The Petrified Man
And I'm more than a punchline! Bitch, fuck off and die
Ain't no bitches on this side! Like The North Dakota Pipeline
Stand tall on solid ground, Ghost of Motown
My city! Rep that One Pride
Heart of a lion, we're gritty
Find me with dead bodies, landscapin' the dirt
With my shovel at The Casket Factory puttin' in work, jerk
I am the underground where music defines a writer
Oh! I got my brand new shit, you know it's gotta be fire

[Verse 6: Reef The Lost Cauze]
I'm more than a man, find me in the forest with lambs
.44 in my hand, readin' a Gregorian chant
I lust for bad bitches and luxurious grams
No mortal can do what a warrior can
Yeah, they call me The Champ, you salute where you stand
And if you ever talk shit, you'll recall and recant
Peace to all of my fam, Reel Wolf, yeah, Sensi Starr
Goon Musick, AOTP, my whole squad
All love and respect to the names I name
But when you say my name recognize that I made this lane
Yeah, I made this way, never did a pay to play
I'm a superhero, I'm here to save the day (Day)
That's not an S on my chest
No, that's the semiauto and a vest on my chest
I got my hand on my Nine and my hand on my pump
And one last thing: Fuck Donald Trump
Chump!