You talkin shit?i got the instruments,ill bash you with a fuckin drum set,
smash your brains,inflict the pain,when i cut at your neck,
So what's gunna happen next?,decapitation,there goes your fuckin head,
You shoulda not have test,now you on the ground dead,all this over some shit you said.
Next Weapon: PSN Hackers
Gaaa, 4 bars wasn't enough for them.
PSN hackers some ignorant pricks, them people deserve to get whacked with big bricks
Ruining my fun with computer tricks, send them to hell like a shishcabob poked through with a big stick
They have no business doing what they do, I hope sony goes on and sues, leave them in ruins
Until sonys ass there kissin and chewin, Put them on national T.V. so everyone can start booin
Next Weapon: A Gift
As I said before 4 bars wasn't enough to unfold my verbal gift and end my shift
Psn hacks deserve to go to prison, Let rightousness up rise and a sentence should be given
Let them get raped and hacked to a pulp by a crazy prisoner with a scalpul ready to scalp
Them down for putting millions in a frown cause douche bag they where bound, with that title they crowned
Next Weapon: A Present
I'll knock u outchya tubesockz n Smash u wit a BOOMBOX and cover up ya body on the block wit fuckin Tomb rockz, Id play my own CD in it az i wuz bashin u, n sing along 2 all of my songz while fuckin Trashin u! Mr.liqz.
next weapon: Chainsaw
Walkin five five with this bloody chainsaw, Crazy mind state and weaponary make me 8 foot tall
When It comes to me you don't wanna brawl, cause I don't play fair use a barbed bat to make you crawl
Making the scene raw with blood and guts you'll have saw your life flash in a blurr your thoughts stir
I made you deter about you latest comments, you can't take more of your own gore, no will you hit the floor
Next Weapon: Depression Medication
U got that chainsaw my saws off the chain
and yes my brains raw always spittin pain
U gettin ur dose of this lyrics and this world class flow
Make u overdose on some antidepessants like lexapro
Next Weapon: Castrol Oil
Dump the motor oil with the castrol oil in a cauldron cause to the dark natures I am loyal
I Heat the pot until it is scorching hot to put steve-o in the pot burn to a crisp like a lightning bolt shot
My plans unable to foil as he sits and boils, vows to bow to me as I were royal but behold though
I wont stop for though his words a crock to thee witch doc is I, witch I got what I want for him to rot
Next Weapon: Psychadelic Mushrooms
Psychadelic Mushrooms Which I Consume
Help Me Erupt Doom On Bafoons
While Stoned Annihilation
And A Corona Induced Inebriation
Next Weapon. Picture Frame
Writing off many 4 bars to restrain my bordem, but only a solid 8 minutes at a time until I'm back at square one
This boring town I'd hate to degrade It feels like a painting I just wanna grab the picture frame and lunge
My way into a sanctuary and begin to run off the edge I bunge to ground and land on my feet without no sound
This place got me conjuring up strange dreams I reap the day I flip into insanity bordem N trippin so I scream
Next Weapon: Sancutary
Please give me sancutary cried the man into the church
but the church didn't answer back, they didnt find him worth
the man has no place to rest and that is worse than death
a fate where everyday you have no place left.
next weapon: pre school
you hopin to feel pussy again?, cuz latley you only holdin men,
fuckin little girls that go to bed at ten?
N i bet you leaven em only kinda sore??
just kill yourself, wit her plastic toy dinosaur!
Next Weapon, crown royal bag.
The Crazy Englishman! said:
My girlfriends pussy im hopin to fill again
But now she gotta go to bed an its only 10
She got pre-school in the mornin
Dick so hard i can feel the graveyard callin
Next Weapon: A small, plastic dinosaur