[Cruger]

Holdin' a kebab knife, dressed in a sheet

As I repeatedly stab myself to the beat

The only thing my job is is to skive off it

I'm psychotic, pickin' my noise via my eye socket

This is your brain on drugs, with angel dust

I don't need to make friends, I just make them up

Don't look directly at me like the sun

Only thing I've ever lost is count of how many times I've won

I like knives, big fuck off shiny ones

I'm starting plane crashes cause the slide looks fun

Hah! I emerge untouched from the plane wreckage

Snap your vinyl in half just to prove I can break records

At your shows main entrance, obstructing the doors

Hip hop's dead, we just like fucking it's corpse

Cruel people with satanic beliefs

The root of all evil leads to the start of my family tree

[Hook x2]

We be smokin' that (Dope shit)

We be sniffin' that (Dope shit)

We're injectin' that (Dope shit)

Supercalafragilisticexpiali dope shit

[Measle]

Scumbag -- With a nice side no one's ever met, cause I keep my heart of gold locked inside my treasure chest

Never second best, if we're level peg (neck & neck)

I aim to decapitate you just to get a head

Dissect your flesh, make an outfit fresh to death

Done up with belly-buttons, Measle on the back to represent

Upset, depressed and stressed, better yet

Only time I raise spirits is when I resurrect the dead

Mass murderer, earnin' my prison stripes

All my actions are out of hand since I lost my grip on life

The splattered guts look so colorful!

The way I mark my turf is by sprayin' my blood on walls

Kidnap girl scouts and use them as sex slaves

And hang their heads on my wall to improve on my feng shui

(?) to my next name

If a crowd give me air, they only do because I vent hate

[Hook x2]

[Cruger]

I feed the ducks, I feed the ducks on my own

I feed the ducks poison, and watch them float

No, don't, try this at home

I've lost my control like I can't find the remote

I've had seven years bad luck three times in a row

Can't wait 'til my twenty first, when the curse finally goes

[Measle]

Oh fiddle sticks, I never clean my finger prints

From the incident where I cut someones neck then fucked the slit in it

My throat is sore, unable to use my vocal chords

I ain't been smokin draw but a zoot packed out with bulbasaur

Freddy hold the torch, while I unbolt the door

The only time I get brains is from my local morgue

You know the score, 2 unholy lords

Using pins to crucify Christ on our club house notice board

[Cruger]

Show no remorse, I've never shed a tear

The end is near and we'll be the messengers when it's here