These monsters are motherless sons
You’ve got to stay away
From all the runts that have come undone

I get it get it and spread it, intend to sever
This cerebellum might make it to centre better
Incentive enter and kick it from forward centre
Said a sedentary mention
Might send you a certain letter

Standing centre just staring like David Guetta
This set is setting off everything, I don’t sweat it
Sediment in the session and if you let her,
She might set it on your sofa get the bofa – I know better

Black mud, coke bottles 'tween the rotting bodies
Bad bump, coke bubbles ’tween the rotting bobbies

I’ll presume it’s a joke and I roll on
Green suit on an incel that shaped like King Kong
Big tooth it’s an insult to keep the show going
He shoot but on the inside he think the ball rolling

What you think it sound like, huh?
What you think it’s something you don’t see it just go bump in the night, right?
Something doesn’t sound right.
And if you’re trying to play it off ironic you’re mnemonically a bum like

Big Ups to your Mother she undone
Her whole damn life to raise this young one
And he came out wetter than if he stayed
If I switched up the weather you’d stay a dim son

I’m the catch of the day, you cool quicker than dim sum
If the rats in a cluster, I come out the king one
If I smash when I’m busting, you already been done
If I crash with a fattie, you order a thin one

These monsters are motherless sons
You’ve got to stay away
From all the runts that have come undone

I get it get it, pick fingers below the sigil
No one said it but I’m tethered to get tricked into a quibble
No one’s bled but if you’re ready we might take this for a little
Bada-bada-ba drum the orchestra, you’re second fiddle

Stickin’ the boot down with you
Stick in the pool, no river
You’re buddy’s another one to get pulled down with you
Pickin’ the fools no issue
Flicking through rules, no issue
You’re wearing a uniform, gonna dispose you like a tissue

You’re wearing a uniform can’t explain what is your issue
Ready to die for a cause where no one is gonna miss you
Steady my eye on your course the trick is to get ‘em where they’re going
If I’m honest I’m ecstatic you’re not showing signs of slowing

If I’m honest I just wanna watch this be a civil war
Winning if we’re killing the very thing that you’re fighting for
Singing while you’re spinning soliloquies to empty seats
And in defeat you’re seated beneath embassies and enemies

These monsters are motherless sons
You’ve got to stay away
From all the runts that have come undone