MAYO SUPREME

by The Muslims

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    "Mayo Supreme could be the best punk album of 2019" - DyingScene

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released April 1, 2019

2019 MAYO SUPREME by The Muslims
Digitally released by Don’t Panic Records
Lyrics | Album Art: QADR || Music: The Muslims
Recorded/Produced: Nightsound Studios | David of the woods. 
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The Muslims Durham, North Carolina

The Muslims [black/brown/queer] punk band hit the U.S. music scene in 2017, and they’ve been destroying lives ever since.
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Track Name: Moshed Potatoes
This COUNTRY’s got me losing mind.
I can sleep like half the time.
I just get so full of steaming bubbles, moshed potato, ew.
You step to me, I step to you.
You call the cook, I call her too.
But I don’t know this fuckin becky so she doesn’t hear me.

FUCK YOU - FUCK YOU - FUCKIN - LITTLE - SALTY - PEICE OF - SHIT
This MADNESS: Small unseasoned dish,
I can’t see what’s underneath.
Every time I step my legs slip further, deeper in the heat.
Here I am - armed with salt
It’s so bland, its so small.
I don’t know if I can win this battle, moshed potato.

fuck you and fuck you
and slap a tomato
and slam em together
and go mosh potato
Track Name: YA LATE
This is a protest!

You say I’m angry like you know me
bitch you fucking owe me
This is rally!

You call me rageful, I’m so grateful
you’ve been fuckin ruthless
This is a movement!

Oh! YA LATE, YA LATE, YA LATE
You know, YA LATE, YA LATE, YA LATE

“holy shit, racism exists?!”

You grow, slo mo
Blackface - mayo
This is not a fashion show
This is a demo!

You come for the snackin
Selfies - hashtaggin
To a direct action
Let’s get arrested!

Oh! YA LATE, YA LATE, YA LATE
You know, YA LATE, YA LATE, YA LATE

“I forgot, why are we mad again…?”

Fuck you and your punk pussy hat
Protest till your powers back
Actin like I owe you shit
you becky, you beck, you becky

Oh! YA LATE, YA LATE, YA LATE
You know, YA LATE, YA LATE, YA LATE

“I don’t believe in color.
My mother raised me better.
Even if I say nigger,
I never I would never admit it”

FUCK YOU! YA LATE, YA LATE, YA LATE
Track Name: Fuck The Cistem
Why are men such fucking trash
You hinge on dominance to last
You chase the money to catch the ass
I’ll pay for dinner, nigga
I’ll hold the door, you cracka

So fuck the system
Fuck these cisdudes
they are useless
It is proof that men are trash.

So fuck the system
Fuck these cisdudes
they are useless
It is proof that men are trash.
We’ll reproduce without your ass — and that’s scary

Why don’t you admit that you hate women
Reject your compliments, and you get violent
You say that you’re the good guy, we don’t buy it.
I don’t trust you in close space
I don’t trust you in no space

So fuck the system
Fuck these cisdudes
they are useless
It is proof that men are trash.

So fuck the system
Fuck these cisdudes
they are useless
It is proof that men are trash.
We’ll reproduce without your ass — and that’s scary

So fuck the system
Fuck these cisdudes
they are useless
It is proof that men are trash.

So fuck the system
Fuck these cisdudes
they are useless
It is proof that men are trash.
We’ll reproduce without your ass
I say me too - and it’s fuckin sad
I’ve gotta prove that shit to you
Though I’m sure you had a clue.
There are predators in your crew — and that’s scary
Track Name: Mayo Supreme
You’re not the only one who got guns and a hunger for power
We’re not the only ones you shat on who are coming for your last born
Mayo supreme’s the dream? you keep thinking your people aint leeching
You be coming for our passports
So we be fucking up that ass, boy

Mayo mayo mayday mayday mayday, save our ship
Mayo mayor governor we see you take our shit
With your gerrymander, gentrify, redline
You are out your mind
You be coming for our future
And we be fucking up that ass, hoe

You are out your gotdamn mind
Yea, we’ve come to replace you
You’ve been fuckin up our lives
It’s overdue
Track Name: ShirkJerk
This is haram
you know Qur’an
don’t do us harm
don’t be so bad
piss off your dad
he’ll cut off your phone
then you’ll be mad
blame it on us
say its our fault
we did no wrong
we serve allah
you wrote a punk song

Father, O Father, I’m sure that it’s true.
The drama, the fitnah I’m causing for you.
Searching and searching for certainty.
Only thing certain I know is your TRASH.

UGH.

Sister, O Sister, I’m sure that you’re mad.
your blaming your caging on me? What a drag!
“Faggot oh faggot, you thought that you had it.
Allah and your family handles your baggage.”

Shirk Shirk Shirk your dick off, your head is in your hands.
You can leave my by the waste side, I’ll call you when I care.

Brother, O Brother, you’ve fucked me the most
Tuck me in corners and torch all my poems
Coolin oh coolin, your using your kufi
To cup out the koolaid you piss

UGH.

Mother, O Mother, I hate how you feel.
Caged in the pages of patriarch spiel.
Splitting your kids into spaces that take away agency
From you. I guess that we’re done too.


Shirk Shirk Shirk your dick off, your head is in your hands.
You can leave my by the waste side, I’ll call you when I care.


AAAAAAAAAAAAH
AAAAAAAAAAAAH
AAAAAAAAAAAAH
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you lil bitch.
Track Name: Shuk Shuk Warr Warr
I see your people
and their thoughts are angry
and you say we’re equal
but these racists are running the shots
and these white people calling the cops

and the only one loving me you can see is poverty, probably cuz
Shukshukwarrwarr

oh but I’m just living
and trying to give in
Give in- to the edge of our beginning.
Beginning - that’s just something I went with.

It’s what you do to me.
It’s tom foolery.
But I am into it.
Cuz I am full of shit.

It’s gaslighting -
my whole black time in
The - U.S. - god bless this mess of
shukshukwarrwarr

ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
shukshukwarrwarr
Track Name: Stew
Oh, I’ve been shit so long
waiting on gold to come
gold leaf come
now I have found you

Oh, fuckin look at what you’ve done
I am so god damn whole
shotgun hole
now I see you

they kicked me your art show, honey
and that is why i stalked to you to your home
I’m coming for your soul
I’m coming for you

and if you have come grievance, darling
spit it out, i will catch it off your thrown
I’m coming for your soul
im coming for you

you - i’d fuck you into stew
suck up your blood and bones
you’re at home
I fucking see you

and who you gonna love but me, love
don’t you know I would keep you on your toes
I’m coming for your soul
I’m coming for you

I wanna know you on the inside, baby
I wanna climb so deep into your womb
Im coming for your soul
I’m coming for you

and who you gonna love but me, love
don’t you know I would keep you on your toes
I’m coming for your soul
I’m coming for your soul
I’m coming for you
Track Name: America The Great
I’m gonna get me a rope and lynch me a nigger
I would shoot him dead but I done broke my trigger

Gonna take off my badge, put a hood on my head
String him up good, then he’ll be dead

In the land of the free and the home of the brave
It’s the land of the greed and the home of the slave

Well god bless america the great
You got blood on your hands from your womb to your grave

Someone save their soul
They’ve been killing and stealing for far too long

Try to be a good american!
Pledge that flag, I’m a citizen
But they hate me cuz of melanin
and they say it’s in my head

So I turn the mirror
On these mother fucking racists piece’a shits
Now I know they want me dead.
They want me dead.
They want me dead.
They want me dead.


**inspired/opening from Crash**
Track Name: Crackhead
Fuck that Cracka, he a crackhead
I don’t give a fuck what OBF said
Cracka ass nazi in his white house
Seeking my dick like a motherfuckin light house

White boy taking up the whole room
Don’t feel heard, shoot the whole school
Wanna be a rebel so he act black
Bring it to ya face, get dragged by a fag, mayo!

We know you stay mad
We know you stay mad
We know you stay mad, you a crackhead!
We know you stay mad
We know you stay mad
You’re addicted to this, you’re a crackhead!

You’re a crackhead
You’re a crackhead
You’re addicted to this, you’re crackhead
We know you stay mad
We know you stay mad
You’re addicted to this, you a crackhead!

Tell that clown “don’t touch my crown”
Niggas full of rage: we don’t watch our mouths
You pump us full of hate then you bleed us out
Then put us on the stage just to take our sound. Okay.

This might be the straw, dawg
Stick us in the ghetto and say it’s our fault
We pump it full of culture, so here comes the vulture
If you got a beef you can peep these balls!

We know you stay mad
We know you stay mad
We know you stay mad, you a crackhead!
We know you stay mad
We know you stay mad
You’re addicted to this, you’re a crackhead!

You’re a crackhead
You’re a crackhead
You’re addicted to this, you’re crackhead
We know you stay mad
We know you stay mad
You’re addicted to this, you’re a crackhead.

You’re a crackhead
You’re a crackhead
We know you stay mad
We know you stay mad
You’re addicted to us, you a crackhead BUM.
Track Name: ISLAMARADO
Yes I sold my soul to the devil
Yes I killed my king with a shovel
Yes I put my sorrows in bottles
bottled it up and swallowed the throttle

yes my power comes from the ghetto
yes this bomb was made in colorado
no I won’t say sorry for sorrows
Islamarado, Im leaving tomorrow

Don’t be a drag boy
Please come be a fag boy
Or they’ll sell that ass boy
Treat you like a black toy

No I don’t see how we can win
when power brings up all of your sins
gummy butt in gummy butt jello
its time that I go to islamarado
Track Name: Payday
I missed the fuckin bus again
Though I don’t ride the bus
Been trying to cash my fucking check
That shit was such a bust
I took it to a major bank
But they just gave me shit
If they don’t cash my god damn check
Well they can cash my dick- AGH
DON DON DON DON
DON DON DON DON
DON DON DON DON
DON DON DON DON
I really need this fuckin dough
Cause I have a hot date
She standing right here next to me
At this fucking bank
I’m feeling kind of full of tears
And full of fuckin rage
I can’t even remember
The last damn time I ate. SHIT
DON DON DON DON
DON DON DON DON
DON DON DON DON
DON DON DON DON
Then this fuckin dude walks up
And tried to offer cash
He’s winking at my lady and
I want to whoop his ass
Oh how fucking chivalrous
Oh god damn fucking kind
I need my god damn money or
I’m gonna lose my mind- DAMN
DON DON DON DON
DON DON DON DON
DON DON DON DON
DON DON DON DON
Payday payday payday payday PAYDAY!
Track Name: There Their They're
There their they’re!
I see you’re fucking mad
you think i care care care
you can kiss my fucking ass
mother fucker - I am not the one, uh
yea I peeped your peeps
you yellow fucking chicken sheep
what’s fair? we’ve been dying over here.

This could be the fuckin hill you die on
I swear I am not trying - to scare you out your skin
I’m just kind of fed and feeling loose
you’re full of dread, well bitch me too
hoping that it finally will sink in

I am not the only nigga that will kick your fuckin ass

There their they’re!
I know you’re feeling scared
You see the queer queer queers
And fear it will spread there, well its true
You’re kids are prolly gay too
We are here with open arms to hold them.
fuck the cistem, yea. I love my they them theirs

Once in your life, the gift of bitchslap Knocks your right.
and you will see - gay’s a great way to be.
BUT to each their own — except for Besoz, post malone.
all you dizzy ass bitches can take a pew of seats
and I am not the only faggot that will kick your fuckin ass

There their they’re!
I see your turning red
booty hole tight with fear
cuz the hijab on her head
mind your business, ya poorly seasoned chicken [head ass]
Don’t you know that cape, her wings, that sprear, my dear
Could knock you dead
don’t get your marbles spread
I am not the only muslim that will kick your fuckin ass

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