Mayo Supreme

by The Muslims

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“The album itself is essentially a twelve-track takedown of people who are complacent in white supremacy and don’t see themselves as having a mandate to help break it down. If you find yourself shying away from difficult conversations about identity politics or political work surrounding marginalized groups, you’re probably going to feel actively attacked by this album—and that’s the point. Like all good punk, Mayo Supreme intends to wake people up from apathy toward radical ideas about the human condition and the social structures of the world." -Indy Week

"This album is absolutely NOT for the light hearted, easily offended, or the soft! On this album, The Muslims have made it crystal clear they are not around for the bullshit when it comes to oppression, racism, and white people problems. I’m happy to say that they’ve blessed us with 12 tracks of that as well." -Punk Black

“"It may not be a comfortable listen but that's the whole idea. Systemic racism should not be comfortable. A binary view of gender should not be comfortable. Mayo Supreme takes on difficult subject matter with blazing confidence and brash comportment. It makes these songs unforgettable." -Change The Rotation

"No joke, this band rocks like a mofo, so be sure and add them to your radar." -Dying Scene

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released April 1, 2019

2019 MAYO SUPREME by The Muslims
Digitally released by Don’t Panic Records & Distro
Lyrics/Album Art by QADR || Music: The Muslims
Recorded/Produced: Nightsound Studios by David of the woods.
All lyrics, melodies, trademarks and logos are protected.
WARNING: All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited by law and robs Artists.

The Muslims are:
FaraH BaHbaH - Drums
QADR - Vocals and Guitar
Abu Shea - Bass

Learn more about The Muslims at themuzlimz.com

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Track Name: Moshed Potatoes
This COUNTRYʼs 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 donʼt know this fuckin becky so she doesnʼt hear me.

FUCK YOU - FUCK YOU - FUCKIN - LITTLE - SALTY - PEICE OF - SHIT
This MADNESS: Small unseasoned dish,
I canʼt see whatʼs underneath.
Every time I step my legs slip further, deeper in the heat.
Here I am - armed with salt
Itʼs so bland, its so small.
I donʼt 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 Iʼm angry like you know me
bitch you fucking owe me
This is rally!

You call me rageful, Iʼm so grateful
youʼve 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
Letʼs 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 donʼt believe in color.
My mother raised me better.
Even if I say nigger,
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
Iʼll pay for dinner, nigga
Iʼll 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.
Weʼll reproduce without your ass — and thatʼs scary

Why donʼt you admit that you hate women
Reject your compliments, and you get violent
You say that youʼre the good guy, we donʼt buy it.
I donʼt trust you in close space
I donʼt 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.
Weʼll reproduce without your ass — and thatʼs 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.
Weʼll reproduce without your ass
I say me too - and itʼs fuckin sad
Iʼve gotta prove that shit to you
Though Iʼm sure you had a clue.
There are predators in your crew — and thatʼs scary
Track Name: Mayo Supreme
youʼre not the only one who got guns and a hunger for power
weʼre not the only ones you shat on who are coming for your last born
mayo supremeʼs 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, weʼve come to replace you
youʼve been fuckin up our lives
its overdue
Track Name: ShirkJerk
This is haram
you know qurʼan
donʼt do us harm
donʼt be so bad
piss off your dad
heʼll cut off your phone
then youʼll 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, Iʼm sure that itʼs true.
The drama, the fitnah Iʼm causing for you.
Searching and searching for certainty.
Only thing certain I know is your TRASH.

UGH.

Sister, O Sister, Iʼm sure that youʼre 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, Iʼll call you when I care.

Brother, O Brother, youʼve 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 weʼre done too.

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

AAAAAAAAAAAAH
AAAAAAAAAAAAH
AAAAAAAAAAAAH
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you lil bitch.
Track Name: Stew
Oh, Iʼve been shit so long
waiting on gold to come
gold leaf come
now I have found you

Oh, fuckin look at what youʼve 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
Iʼm coming for your soul
Iʼm coming for you

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

you - iʼd fuck you into stew
suck up your blood and bones
youʼre at home
I fucking see you

and who you gonna love but me, love
donʼt you know I would keep you on your toes
Iʼm coming for your soul
Iʼm coming for you

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

and who you gonna love but me, love
donʼt you know I would keep you on your toes
Iʼm coming for your soul
Iʼm coming for your soul
Iʼm coming for you
Track Name: America The Great
Iʼm 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 heʼll be dead

In the land of the free and the home of the brave
Itʼs 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
Theyʼve been killing and stealing for far too long

Try to be a good american!
Pledge that flag, Iʼm a citizen
But they hate me cuz of melanin
and they say itʼs in my head

So I turn the mirror
On these mother fucking racists pieceʼa shits
Now I know they want me dead.
They want me dead.
They want me dead.
They want me dead.
Track Name: Crackhead
Fuck that Cracka, he a crackhead
I donʼt 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
Donʼt 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
Youʼre addicted to this, youʼre a crackhead!

Youʼre a crackhead
Youʼre a crackhead
Youʼre addicted to this, youʼre crackhead
We know you stay mad
We know you stay mad
Youʼre addicted to this, you a crackhead!

Tell that clown “donʼt touch my crown”
Niggas full of rage: we donʼt 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 itʼs 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
Youʼre addicted to this, youʼre a crackhead!

Youʼre a crackhead
Youʼre a crackhead
Youʼre addicted to this, youʼre crackhead
We know you stay mad
We know you stay mad
Youʼre addicted to this, youʼre a crackhead.

Youʼre a crackhead
Youʼre a crackhead
We know you stay mad
We know you stay mad
Youʼre 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 wonʼt say sorry for sorrows
Islamarado, Im leaving tomorrow

Donʼt be a drag boy
Please come be a fag boy
Or theyʼll sell that ass boy
Treat you like a black toy

No I donʼt 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 donʼt 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 donʼt 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 Iʼm feeling kind of full of tears And full of fuckin rage I canʼt 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 Heʼs 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 Iʼm 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 theyʼre!
I see youʼre 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
whatʼs fair? weʼve 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
Iʼm just kind of fed and feeling loose
youʼre 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 theyʼre!
I know youʼre feeling scared
You see the queer queer queers
And fear it will spread there, well its true
Youʼre 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 - gayʼs 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 theyʼre!
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]
Donʼt you know that cape, her wings, that sprear, my dear
Could knock you dead
donʼt get your marbles spread
I am not the only muslim that will kick your fuckin ass

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