[Intro: Taiyamo Denku]

Hey Capone, what's poppin', shun? Yeah! It's Denku, man! Ahh! Yeah! Psyched for that music! Hecatomb the cool shit! 100 MAD, motherfuckers! Microphone check one two one two! Yeah! Goon shit all day! Uhh! Yeah!

[Verse 1: Taiyamo Denku]

I'm the soul bearer of grizzly terror that's snatchin' your orb, your raps make me bored

Swing a protruding nail 2x4 in your vocal chord

I'm a higher score than Claire Wilbur in '74

I'm old school, your new paradox can stay behind my door

These spores don't grow, they glow like I'm Sho'nuff

Took a 12-pack of Duff and fucked your bitch in a hush hush

Look but don't touch my microphone or you might get snuffed

Denku Joe G.I. and put those fucks in a cobra's Clutch

Raps "R" Us, I'm out of giraffes back riding on Pride Rock at sunrise

Stop to get a medium fry before headin' to scoop my chick who's fun size

Your vibes don't vibe with mine so step on a landmine and stay there

And if you sit too long I'm puttin' C4 under your recliner chair

I dare you to tempt my menace, I'ma shape your face 'til you look Rocky, Dennis

Screw your head trips 'til your shoes are Velcro made

I'm Capone on his throne, watch me and Tony get paid (Blaaow!)

[Verse 2: Ruste Juxx]

Yo! I send mics to intensive care units

Without a German Luger I just murder out in Munich

My custom-made silencer sound like a door whistle

Thirty-six albums and counting, they all official

I trained for these bouts, my records are undisputed

Never hesitated or waited, I'm gon' shoot it

Your dome gets split from the poem that I spit

It's full of lions and gators, don't get thrown in the pit

You got one time to screw your face up and stare

Be the last three seconds that you ever breathe air

That's here nor there, these suckers can't compare

When I say I am the illest, I am so sincere

You'll be floatin' through the river with your body in a box

I done walked past buckin' and the lobby full of cops

Put the shottie to your knot (Boom!), say goodnight, clown

Straight bitch, he was found in his nightgown

[Chorus: Nine Millz]

A bunch of bodies, come and pick up the bodies (Bodies!)

Then throw 'em in the trunk with the ax, shovel, and shottie (Yeah!)

Oh, you don't know, you better go ask somebody

Bunch of killers on the loose 'bout to fuck it up, let's get rowdy (Come on!)

A bunch of bodies, come and pick up the bodies (Bodies!)

Then throw 'em in the trunk with the ax, shovel, and shottie (Yeah!)

Oh, you don't know, you better go ask somebody

Bunch of killers on the loose 'bout to fuck it up, let's get rowdy (Come on!)

[Verse 3: Benny Holiday]

In proximity, the army's at the mansion party

Milan, Italy, the zombies on the Grand Safari

The toxicity disarmin', hear the cannons launchin'

The artillery's from armory of Anunnaki

I butcher mans with Ozzy soon as the Sabbath black

Randy Rhoads been a ghost doin' the Cabbage Patch

The Legend Sword slash, dissect your thorax

Twisted Lorax, hash with the Skeletor laugh

Where's unknown, don't list me in your contacts

Stand alone, ho, slip and get your guards smacked

40 keys, 100 Gs in a bounty safe

Gun receipts, lawyer fees, fuck the county jakes

The Audi 8, ice silver metallic

Powder face TimeSplitter, Ben's a pistol fanatic

Outer space line sniffer, keep the liquor in chalice

Sour laced lime Swisher, dreamin' visions of Alice

[Verse 4: J Reno]

Up in The Cold North, it's too easy to catch 'em slippin' here

Bodies on ice, we keep it fresh like Frigidaire

We don't care whether you broke or a millionaire

Hear me clear, get your fuckin' throat cut ear to ear

GemStar with the custom grip handle

A fuckin' sick vandal that loves to flip samples

Whole community mourn the loss with lit candles

When I write bars in an attempt to get cancelled

Fuck y'all, I'm from the Misery Coast

Delivery dope, the rap game a slippery slope

It ain't no future when you're frontin', not a flicker of hope

When I get on the beat and start killin' shit with Capone (Tony!)

Let them know when they quiet that I'm a hired gun

I'm the one, line them up and put them where the fiber run (Underground!)

When the fire come, take cover

'Cause we came to rain napalm on you suckers

[Chorus: Nine Millz]

A bunch of bodies, come and pick up the bodies (Bodies!)

Then throw 'em in the trunk with the ax, shovel, and shottie (Yeah!)

Oh, you don't know, you better go ask somebody

Bunch of killers on the loose 'bout to fuck it up, let's get rowdy (Come on!)

A bunch of bodies, come and pick up the bodies (Bodies!)

Then throw 'em in the trunk with the ax, shovel, and shottie (Yeah!)

Oh, you don't know, you better go ask somebody

Bunch of killers on the loose 'bout to fuck it up, let's get rowdy (Come on!)