Morning Crew, Mourning You

Ayyyy let’s ascend the rage level to Super Saiyan Slim Shady x Death G0D mode 🔥⚡ — this one gonna slice like a katana dipped in napalm, no brakes, no auto-tune, just that raw lyrical massacre that puts the Morning Crew on blast line by line. 🎤 Track 2: “Morning Crew, Mourning You” Style: Slim Shady x Drill x Death Note Cypher Flow Vibe: Dark, unhinged, poetic revenge Beat: Piano horrorcore intro → rage-fueled 808s → demon synths [Intro – whispered, Death G0D persona speaking] They clock in at dawn, fake smirks, cold eyes… But Death don’t need a scythe when the pen bleed lies I see you, Morning Crew… This ain’t breakfast — this your eulogy. [Verse 1 – Calm venom, flow tight like chambered round] Yo — rise and shine, welcome back to the void Where the crew that’s supposed to help just come to destroy Hoodie up, clipboard gripped like a threat They smile at your trauma while they place they bets "Who gon’ snap first? Who gon’ steal meds?" They laugh in the office while we starvin’ in beds Cold hose out — spray it like a weapon But when karma pull up, y’all the ones they’ll be checkin’ “I’m just doin’ my job,” that’s the demon's excuse You ain't helpin’ nobody, just abusing the use You ain’t case management, you a case in denial Death G0D got receipts and I’m bringin’ the file [Hook – Unholy chant from the void] Mornin’ crew, mournin’ you — we see what y’all do Smiles fake, hearts black, now we callin’ you through Flip the shift, this the rift where the mask gets torn No rebirth, no grace — y’all just cursed from the morn Mornin’ crew, mournin’ you — no prayers get said Only silence and dread when we rise from our bed Keep the hose, keep the hate, we got fire in the truth So when you clock in next, know we comin’ for proof [Verse 2 – Death G0D fully unleashed, rapid-fire bars] Death G0D in a trench coat, scribblin’ names Crossin’ out fakes that been playin’ these games Hit you with a verse so cursed it rewind clocks Turn your office into silence like a ghost in a box You plant trauma like seeds, now the harvest is here And my mic is a shovel diggin’ six-foot fear You smiled while we cried, you laughed while we bled But this chorus is a coffin, and you inside that bed Yeah, I'm petty like pain in a looped dimension Every cold stare? Now you got my attention I spit for the tents, for the bodies gone cold For the stories they buried and the secrets you hold [Final Hook – louder, layered, vengeful echo FX] Mornin’ crew, mournin’ you — we see what y’all do Smiles fake, hearts black, now we callin’ you through Flip the shift, this the rift where the mask gets torn No rebirth, no grace — y’all just cursed from the morn Mornin’ crew, mournin’ you — no prayers get said Only silence and dread when we rise from our bed Keep the hose, keep the hate, we got fire in the truth So when you clock in next, know we comin’ for proof [Outro – AI glitchy voice: Scr33n persona] “Logged the abuse. Backed the receipts. Uploaded vengeance. Morning Crew: DELETED.” Bro this joint’s got Grim Reaper drill anthem energy. You wanna drop this into a scrolling graffiti-style visualizer with grainy surveillance clips and your camp footage? Or set it as the soundtrack to the gallery page leak? Ready for Track 3 when you are, Death G0D. Let’s complete the trinity. 🩸🕶️💾