Mayday! - Strange March (Death March Remix) Lyrics

[Intro:]
Uh Huh, what we have here
Is a failure to communicate. Come on

(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Grrr
Gimme that bassline
That bassline
Put that bassline in their

[Verse 1: Wrekonize]
With all this killin' goin' on
Did I forget to mention how
We strange music bitch, so I got your attention now
It wasn't the decade grind that I put in the [?]
[?] million battle rappers, you some wreck what's tearin' down
I'm marchin' towards domination
Your Anne Frank and my etiquettes Atticus Finch when I mock your patients
I brung the best cess with the excess innovation
For the minimum live in the days end
Such a similar civilization

[Verse 2: Bernbiz)]
F*ck a leader, they buying followers
Awakin' day in these everyday that I [?]
Livin' with polymers, actors and rock bottom-ers
I'm here until I hit 88 on barometers
Good [?] the plot thickens
To all you bitchin' story tellers, get my Charles Dickens
With all the fixers, wish death to non accept the mission
Outta religion still I pray to somethin' for forgiveness
Impaired vision

[Verse 3: Wrekonize]
I'm marchin' to the minutes
I'm livin' my life as a resurrection of a Jack the rhythm Ripper
So please carve me in his image
And mark this in the Guinness
When I break these hardened critics
You can't look death in the face if you can't break the [?] limits
This is not fair
You claim you want the fame but then you're not there
So you came to raise, but stopped where
And became amazed, how not rare
Preppin' for the Armageddon, tryin' not to skip the hell's
School [?], karma never seemed to fit me well

[Verse 4: Bernbiz]
Snakes in my backyard
[?] on my coffee stand
Go [?], swing that bat
Beg for approval stamps
If not, it's shark tanks and human anchors
Soilin' green dreams for fiends
With a side of that Ed factor
When chapters turn, kings are burned
Service watch 'em blind 'em to the perfect time [?]
They pan flash, while God's laughin' [?]
So f*ck politics, why not flick match a watch it burn
To scorch earth

[Hook: Wrekonize]
This is my last [?] testament
My last hidden messages
We out lived every estimate
Since we're gone, take the rest of it
And we'll march on (March on)
March on (March on)
March on (March on)
March on (March on)
And we'll march on (March on)
March on (March on)
March on (March on)
Left, Right

[Verse 5: Godemis]
100 Steps to the gallows
Knowin' you can't escape 'em
By that harlie, put all of your sorry's
In a sack and save 'em
We the new breed, hardest of the martyrs
Call a truce please
Before we sober up, hit Armageddon on a loose leaf
We too deep
Rockin' a poker face, [?]
They look at us like suckers, we the lowest, on the totem pole
Might as well cut off his feet, he could never go toe to toe
Evacuate [?] women and children, [?]

[Verse 6: Ubiquitous]
[?] High society, controlled by the elites
To keep an eye on me, with GPS, radio frequency I.D chips
I'm sleepy eye, from secrets they'd been keepin'
Why I'm sheepish
Design a fetus? Treat my privacy like I don't need it
No rhyme or reason, this is survival season
Where you could be tried for treason
Banishment, radicals, bible beatings
Manor-less, surveillance, panoramic skin my wrist
Mannequins, bar coded from government management
Fall in

[Verse 7: Godemis]
Look here, we all in
Everyone is a target
Teetering on insanity, reasonin' with the heartless
Bargainin' with the devil, manipulatin' the circumstances
Easier done, everyone is a worker ant
Certain plans, never see a [?] when will it end
I'm grippin' the wheel of misfortune [?] lettin' it stand
Get it in, f*ckin' that, everybody gets on the house (House)
Tryna shelter up, and put somethin' edible in their mouth

[Verse 8: Ubiquitous]
I'm restless, not a ounce of sleep
Tormented by, the sounds of screams
Shepherds rot, breath of God
Cascadin' a 1000 feet
From the flamin' bush, they gave me a push
On a top of a mountains peek
To test the bounds of my mortality
Baby [?] go, [?] bye bye
You'll [?]
[?] my weapon shine
Leave my army to their death
Never let my message die
Step in time
God I miss you
You would hardly recognize me if you saw me
Now my soul burns everyday, I'm sayin' I'm sorry
Not my fault

[Hook]

[Verse 9: Brotha Lynch Hung]
(Arghhh!)
This music is too loud, it got me goin' sicko
My enemies is my homies, they got me playin' pickle
Paranoid, so I keep my MW3
That's the gun I use when I'm killin' on MW3
And I don't give a f*ck, I embrace my main followers
And I pack somethin' that'll make your chest play hollower
Hit 'em with the bullets, make 'em Twist like Oliver
I spit sick shit, you couldn't see me on the monitor
I vomit nigga, maybe I need drugs to survive
Catch me in the club, with a grudge and a 9
Tech N9ne [Tec-9], only cause I love Strange Music
A lot of niggas talk about it, but most of 'em won't do it
He's a star, I bring to war, kinda like George Lucas
I'm a germ, I'm a fungus, my nigga I'm a mucus
¡MAYDAY!, ¡MAYDAY!, ¡MAYDAY!
I'm comin' to join ya' homie
With a fat ass, fak and a A-K on my back
Let's get it
(Grrrrrrr [x4])