We gonna catch your ass and this is what we gonna do

Chop up your bitch ass, force feed you to your whole crew (Your whole crew)

I thought you knew that we ain't the ones to fuck with

Dark rituals, so many Lunes, I call mosh pit (Call mosh pit)

Yeah! Let me tone it down a bit (tone it down a bit) Before these soft motherfuckers wanna throw a fit (Wanna throw a fit)

I wouldn't wanna hurt your feelings, I should probably quit (I should probably quit)

But fuck that shit, bitch, you can suck my dick

Purebred lunatics risen from the darkness

Like some motherfuckin' villains and our vision is heartless (Vision is heartless)

Like Eddie Brock and Venom lookin' for a carcass

Once we find where you stay, your life is endin' regardless (Regardless)

Headphones on max, bitch, I'm bumpin' Helter Skelter

While I'm dragging another victim down into my shelter (Into my shelter)

What's the matter, bitch? You're prayin' for the cops

If you think this is bad, wait 'til we catch the fuckin' opps (Fuckin' opps)

It's lunacy (lunacy!) These rappers ain't amusing me

Y'all ain't safe from The Lunes, no immunity

Go psycho! Go psycho! Go psycho! Go psycho!

Lunacy! Die slow! Yeah, usually!

Gone without a trace like a goon that ain't new to me

Y'all die slow! Y'all die slow! Y'all die slow! Y'all die slow!

Every last one of you motherfuckers can pry

Put The Squad name in your mouth, then we will slide

Thirty Lunes stand together ready to die

Give a call and every last one of them motherfuckers ride (Motherfuckers ride)

I don't understand why you bitches don't have a clue

I'm with them boys from The Mob claimin' lunacy finna do (Lunacy finna do)

The quickest way to die would be the pistol from my shoe

But I love to inflict pain, so homie, this is what I'll do (What I'll do)

I'll strap you to the chair, pull your head back and slit your throat

Cauterize the skin, stop the bleedin' and I need to know

Cuts to the shin or a rusty nail in between your toes

I love the torture so, fuckboy, reap what you sow

Now I'm gettin' bored with this shit, it's time I kill a bitch

Homie you can pray for your family but that ain't helpin' shit

Once the bullets chambered you will see how luney I can get

Gunpowder burns when the .223 gets its hit

It's lunacy (lunacy!) These rappers ain't amusing me

Y'all ain't safe from The Lunes, no immunity

Go psycho! Go psycho! Go psycho! Go psycho!

Lunacy! Die slow! Yeah, usually!

Gone without a trace like a goon that ain't new to me

Y'all die slow! Y'all die slow! Y'all die slow! Y'all die slow!