[Verse 1]

Lunatic roaming the institution with a crucifix

Loonier than tunes, remind these rapping fags what loopy is

Slurping bourbon 'til im swerving into curbs and shit

Percocets and Oxycontin stop the fucking hurting in

This rap master that's jacking to slasher flicks

Remind these fucking faggots what exactly rapping is

Swag is this, art is me, mad tabs of acid in my arteries

Slurping syrup in a turban like terrorists I'm harboring

I'm Charles Manson wielding a mandolin

Speaking Mandarin, dancing through Foster's mansion

Drinking handles of gin and handling it

Hypocrite hippopotamus

Oxymoronic masochist, can't even stand a slap to the wrist

I'm back like the fucking Iraqi vets

I'm cracked, I'm set on date raping the alphabet

Artfully piece pieces of genius with reasonless mean shit

Monsters, vampires, werewolves, demons:

[Hook]

It's a full moon, lunatics arise

Nine to the sky, lose your fucking mind

It's a full moon, lunatics arise

Nine to the sky, lose your fucking mind

[Verse 2]

Hypnotic promises pollinating oblangatas

But prodigies develop from this fucking propaganda

From the melting pot I pop out with a gat and crack

And drop atomic comets on these common copying fat-cats

The swag of my raps have ya smacked like a slap to the ass

Massive attack, menages, hot broads, back of the jag

Lascerated victims in my motherfucking backpack

With crack, jack, and first draft hazmat rap tracks

Master of madness, grasping my glasses

To look past the faggots blocking the path to a career rapping

Compilation of defiled faces lying in my basement

Waiting for the day these motherfucking labels taste this

Face it, I'm tasteless but amazing with this rap shit

Burping and blurting verses 'til you're in the past tense

Half-mutant, shooting shit and pooping music

Big booty bitch consuming all my nutrients

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Hook] (x2)