[Chorus: MONGO & GONDA]
If you're not hittin' licks like MONGO
Well then you're not representing with the GODHAND
Well if you're not flippin' bricks like GONDA
Well then you're not representing with the GODHAND
Well if you're not smackin' fools like MONGO
Well then you're not representing with the GODHAND
Well if you're not fuckin' bitches like GONDA
Well then you're not representing with the GODHAND

[Verse 1: MONGO]
The state of most you mothеrfuckers is unfortunate
Torturous, morbid and boring, I can't conform to this
Wack ass MCs getting roastеd in the flames
I watch you hopelessly decay
Feel like a dopamine parade
It's time to blow this bitch up
Like I'm opening the gates
I put the fungus in your brain
I got it growing out your face
You try to scratch it out your mind
But the soul can't be erased
As the Hand of God is damning y'all
Your hope is in the grave
MONGO in the attic
A psychosomatic addict
With a strap that's automatic
I leave 'em covered in plastic
Spastic out a habit
I'm crashing out into traffic
I'm laughing 'bout all the havoc
Give a fuck about your status
I'm rapping like crack to you maggots
I'm going savage
Like my ancestors after attacking a cracker's hamlet
Acting out of fashion
You passionless, and it's tragic
GODHAND 'bouta cause a famine
They asking "how could this happen?"
[Pre-Chorus: MONGO]
This is what it sound like when the bomb drop
Lock you in a cage, you could say we got it on lock
And you could hold my fucking balls like a shortstop
Get the fuck up out my motherfucking face if you're not-

[Chorus: MONGO & GONDA]
Hittin' licks like MONGO
Well then you're not representing with the GODHAND
Well if you're not flippin' bricks like GONDA
Well then you're not representing with the GODHAND
Well if you're not smackin' fools like MONGO
Well then you're not representing with the GODHAND
Well if you're not fuckin' bitches like GONDA
Well then you're not representing with the GODHAND

[Verse 3: GONDA]
The state of all you people unacceptable
Irreparable damage to your thinking receptacles, it's a medical issue
Bitch I'm breaking spectacles
And kicking testicles of MCs
Threatening hypotheticals, I'll really get unethical
Chemical suffocation
Giving doctors patients
I got that ancient flow, passed down for generations
You trippin' over hoes, bitch I'm worried 'bout the payment
These rappers always addicts, I'm chilling in the basement
Wordplay that go over your head, like a birdie flies
I'm a nerdy guy, everyone listening will surely die
One day, that's a biological guarantee
Unless ChatGPT copies me behind the LED screen
I have no mouth, but I gotta scream
I got that Windows XP background, a lot of green
Yeah, I'm ashin' the blunt, crashing the whip, don't gotta ask me to stunt, I'm actually lit
Unusually fit, and true to this shit that I spit
I remember I was broke and both of my shoes didn't fit
I remember eating sardines and Chef Boyardee, with no AC, it's like 103°
And my landlord doesn't wanna fix it up for me
Cuz he a bastard, stacking his pennies and counting cheese (huh)
What the fuck you do if greedy piggies make you sick?
Knock his store, that with MONGO, and hit a lick
[Chorus: MONGO & GONDA]
Hittin' licks like MONGO
Well then you're not representing with the GODHAND
Well if you're not flippin' bricks like GONDA
Well then you're not representing with the GODHAND
Well if you're not smackin' fools like MONGO
Well then you're not representing with the GODHAND
Well if you're not fuckin' bitches like GONDA
Well then you're not representing with the GODHAND