[Verse 1]
The problem has arrived in my posture
Gettin' sues inside of my hoster
Kept voodoo inside of my culture
See, you might die from eye in my poster
Like (hokus pokus!) choke the throats of holy rolles
At my door with books and flyers
They looked at me so I took their eyes out
And hung their skin out on some hooks and wires
I was raised on chainsaws and Leatherface
Hang their brains raw cause I don't never play
It's obvious ho, I'm hard to control
Take a part of your throat out and swallow your soul
It’s that articulate zombie, with shit that’ll probably
Stick in your body, making blood drippin' to lobby
That's how I was trained, sick and insane
It's simple and plain, I'm sick in the brain
[Hook]
(I'm a problem)
To the game as a whole, taking control
I ain't hiding it I'm lettin' you know that
(I'm a problem)
I'm breaking the tradition
To wickedness I'm addicted
You can hear it when you listen
(I'm a problem)
You need to comprehend
That I got the upper hand
I don't think you understand this
(I'm a problem)
To the game as a whole, taking control
I ain't hiding it I'm lettin' you know
[Verse 2]
You're fucking with the cat that'll say what he wants to
Fucked up persona, the rap Willy Wonka
(Act silly, rap killing) That kid's a monster
(Cat peeling, bad spelling) brains on your mama
You gonna lose it if you have to face
So I don't die, I just keep comin' back like Jason
Caved more than half you're facing
Call the coffin people up cause they have to encase him
You think you're worthy? You can get turned in a hurry
To something close to beef Jerky (you heard me?)
Know that I show no mercy, soul levitates up, flies like a birdy
Burn with flames and spin like a hurricane
That came out of this persons brain
Once my track is mixed and my words arranged
You gon' learn how this motherfucker earned his name
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Tryin' to stop a motherfucker sayin' "off with his head!"
You can't stop me motherfucker this is dawn of the dead
Tellin' my people to get you for all that you said
You the juice box guy, put a straw on your head
It's about that time that I'll make you learn
Everything is flammable, even angels burn
Wait your turn to get placed in urns
Cause you had to get all up in my face you nerd
I can’t take this shit like “fuck you pal"
When my sneakers hit the ground, causin' mushroom clouds
Just imagine what it could do to you over loud
So it's in your best interest to sit the fuck down
If Slipknot made it then I'mma be famous (for sure!)
With my penis in Vida Guerra's anus (applause!)
From the studio audience, cause y'all probably
Did just realized who the motherfucking problem is