Mood Music

Shots to the head, shots to the head, shots to the head
Shots to the head, shots to the head, shots to the head

Shots to the head, I'm gone and I'm faded feeling elated
Bombs going off like the house just got raided
Strike a hoe down with that thunder call me lord Raiden
Talking bout them dues bitch I paid them
Got kicked out the kingdom of darkness
Leaving this fake world, but you cannot tell
All my enemies can burn up in h.e. double fucking l
Now guess what that spells?
The bodies are dirtbags in caskets that started to smell
They tried to rewind me before I stepped in the game
Life can't be to blame so I play it
Don't believe in shit unless I say it
What's the music game without nothing to gain?
What's the music game without nothing to gain?

Stopped messing with fake people
Let go of my ego, been lonely and angry for years
Buried my tears with the darkest of fears
My demons and paper all kept me eager
I scavenged dead bodies just call me death eagle
There's death in the air they asking me questions
You fell down some stairs, with beats by pearl white consider this rare
You try to take my money you catching some flares
Stuck in evil ways so I don't even care
Gouge out your eyes, cut out your tongue
Bitch, I don't even care
Granada grim reaper you think that you know me, but none of you know me
Mood Music's the single and you haters blow me

Chop off your legs you're all just below me
Granada grim reaper you think that you know me, but none of you know me
Cause none of you know me
You don't even know me, you don't even know me

Shots to the head, shots to the head, shots to the head
Shots to the head, shots to the head, shots to the head