Bad News
[Verse 1: Mantra]
Mandiggy D-rapht cut strings of the zither, we thick as thieves
None quicker than the blistering speed of these mischievous fiends
The team rip at the seams of what you think and believe
Till it’s a mystery too hidden for you to perceive
Blink and you’re missing imperative information
Pertaining to the position of a twisted machine
That exhibit proficiency that’s still picking up steam
While others in the midst of the scene are swimming upstream
Finger on kill switch crippling citizens
The sickest kids in any particular instances
Minute for minute, more serious incidents
Than Israel up against Palestinian militants

[Hook: Mantra & Drapht]
Thorn in your side when you're trying to relax
You don't want that, we bad news
In the corner of your mind every time you hear the track
Yeah we back, we bad news
Messengers of madness, the baddest
Looser than lassoes, testing your taboos
Attacking, smashing with passion
Like a full metal jacket, get it we bad news
[Bridge 1: Mantra]
Now it's sunny. but inside it's raining flames
Created by statements made by deranged patrons
Impatient outpatients, taking in our medication
At least till it get us wasted

[Verse 2: Drapht]
See I seem a little crazy, insane on stage rain dance
Like I’m a native Indian ain’t the same
As anyone on your playlist, everyone tryna play this
Little game where they claim that they named and arranged
And they wrote every single note on my album
I ain't no nostalgic ghost of thousand
Christmas pasts but I will run through your houses
With untouchable presents in your relatives' lounge rooms
Yo what up Mr. Drapht?
Well hello there Robert, cool borrow your key card?
I got a sea of fucking people on my back
That thinking I got the cash as soon as I got the plaque (nah)
Talk about those selfish friendships
Acting like it's two-thousand-twelve and the world's ending
(Each to their own bud) l know but
It‘s just disheartening when friends with throw you under your own bus
So much for loyalty
Just another fish in the sea in a scene of BP oil rigs
Kill 'em by kilometres only milliseconds to kill em
Lllzilla and Syllabollix in session
[Hook: Mantra & Drapht]
Thorn in your side when you're trying to relax
You don't want that, we bad news
In the corner of your mind every time you hear the track
Yeah we back, we bad news
Messengers of madness, the baddest
Looser than lassoes, testing your taboos
Attacking, smashing with passion
Like a full metal jacket, get it we bad news

[Verse 3: Drapht & Mantra]
As everything rises another resident
Wrestles with great heights, hi, I'm suicidal hey
Well I lie awake late writing about
How my life's great and hate societies weight
Reprobate, rapscallion, ratbag scallywags
Flagrant vagrant scoundrels prowling habitats
Alley cats, in the shadows, clutching a battleaxe
Swingin indiscriminate wherever shitty rappers at!
Living beyond rules the tomfoolers
Playing the industry for a joke like Scott Dools is
Jesters in the kings court but at the same time
Pestering the king poisoning his eighth wife
Entered the cemetery late night
And buried her next to Jimmy Recard’s temporary grave site
Mantrizzle within a mile of a mic
Will cause more casualties than Paul when he stage dive!
[Hook: Mantra & Drapht]
Thorn in your side when you're trying to relax
You don't want that, we bad news
In the corner of your mind every time you hear the track
Yeah we back, we bad news
Messengers of madness, the baddest
Looser than lassoes, testing your taboos
Attacking, smashing with passion
Like a full metal jacket, get it we bad news

[Outro: Mantra]
Big ups Mr D-rapht
Mantreazy in the house
Big shouts to the whole Syllabolix [?]
Uh, hold tight [?]