| I’m untouchable
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| Sixteen ways to die, but I’d rather just cut your throat
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| Unlovable
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| Bred through hate, product of date rape but you can’t wait to cremate
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| I take lives with steak knives and such
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| I leave so many cuts that there’s nothin left to touch
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| And I walk with the family mind set on casualty
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| I put mirrors in ya eyes so ya had to see
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| That it had to be a mass suicide at your gathering
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| What a catastrophe
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| Front page, blame it on us
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| Scapegoat for all, in Twiztid we trust
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| In the tour bus headed for the white house lawn
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| I can only be the scapegoat for so long
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| You can clear bongs while I clear channels
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| Live show is sick like cups of brain matter
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| WHOOP WHOOP
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| You could never do what I do
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| WHOOP WHOOP
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| Even if I became you
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| WHOOP WHOOP
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| You gotta let go of the envy
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| Cuz on your best day you’ll never be me
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| I’m Jeffrey Dahmer with a Wayne Gasey mask on
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| Drill a hole inside your head and axe it till ya pass on
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| Amass on cubby holes and crawl spaces
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| UNTRUSTABLE
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| I’m Harvey Dent double sided with Two-Face
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| Cuz I killed Jason at Crystal Lake
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| Stuck a axe in his back and said it was a mistake
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| Now the legend is dead, but the legacy lives on
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| Through the blood in my veins every time I spit out a song
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| I’m Richard Ramirez with bloody eyes
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| Leave a pussy stolen and swollen with bloody alibis
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| I’m a cat with 9 lives, a monster with 50 kills
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| With a shotgun, roamin' the streets of Beverly hills
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| I’m in your hood like a street siren
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| And for whatever motherfucker if you’re thinkin you’re gonna take mine
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| Another product of reality
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| Call it a blemish on the floor of society’s vanity
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| If I cut ya tongue out and left mine in it’s place
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| You still couldn’t taste what the fuck I say
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| I’m a split time for swallowin razor blades
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| So I get spit blind for every word that I say
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| I’m poisonous, better check your thermos
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| Cuz I spikin' all the coffee at your funeral service
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| I’m a psycho bad boy, all no-purpose
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| And I stuff bad bitches like a taxidermist. |