We make this something to remember, like the fifth day of November While you count the fucking crows and bitch throughout a long December Revving up this furnace now we feed em’ to the fire Gotta teach these kids what time it is like Stringer from The Wire Making mad examples, find you little punks insulting Having revelations drunk like Bunk and McNulty Figured out the whole thing, can see it’s all connected Got a killer on the road beyond the doors of your perception We keep it hyped as all hell with an ugly fucking world view You couldn’t even start to fathom half of what we’ve hurdled through Straight up murderin’ your silly never heard of crew That does each other’s eyeliner while straightening out the curly cues You look and act like Curly Sue, a brat that had a bad day But don’t even exist now like crooks that go half way Your shook………………like some crack heads at dice games And one verse from you gives out five days of migraines It’s time to migrate and take that flock of seagulls To this worlds polar opposite and be sure I never see you The Saint of Killers wrecking every sketchy buster Plus a mind that’s merged with demons like the revered Jessie Custer Preaching on while dishing out these daily verbal beat downs Laughing when you talk about your credit on the street, clown You’re going down bitch, way beneath the cellar With a chance to see that light again as well as Helen Keller Embellish these propellers of the helicopter circling That stops corrupt conglomerates and cures the hurt with Percodan Funny side effects, blurry things the mind rejects Found a Bad Religion, feeling NOFX from Minor Threats On a timeless quest, climb the grimy Holy Grail Young and restless first to fall, the brave and bold prevail The ships already set sale, you silly bitches missed me So stay tipsy from your spritzers, I swim rivers filled with whiskey

Acting like she’s hot shit, your skanky lady’s plain Whatever happened to your bastard ass along with Baby Jane? A slightly deranged mind frame from off the train tracks The darker side of looking glass that’s bound to make your brain lapse The masses want there plain facts and feedings from a spoon But these harpoons that I be slinging leave you bleeding in the gloom Gone, baby, gone from those wrong cards and chances Dropping out like overdosing Hearts in Atlantis A frozen fricken world, in which I’m from the Unforgiven But just bitching gets you nowhere, still within a slumber grinnin Make the drunkest of decisions, still be driven and determined Up in ciphers, steady slurring, vision blurry, spitting sermons All these needs are just a burden, steady cruising for a bruising Reach the verdict and it burns ya, that my crew is never losing Never stood a frozen chance in hell if that’s some consolation Left inside a cellar dwelling when were off to rock the nation It’s fucking Seven & Crown, you got your head in the clouds Were quickly tearing it down, and bring that devilish sound With imperative frowns, and deadly jacks gripping mics Its more than likely if you’ve stepped to Jabberjive you’ve risked your life The shit is never nice, you think by now that kids would know that But your busy at the cookout bumpin pussy little slow jams So get with the program Toejam and Earl Stick down the toe tag, go back and hurl Spew inside of this, up chuck or Ralph Macchio Beat the living piss out of you dumb fucks and sloppy hoes Who the hell you mocking bro, were stepping up to Exodus A specialist with parodies that makes you look like excrement My final will and testament, kill and bet your head will spin This message gets relentless while you’re steadily embezzling Injecting heavy mescaline and busting out the sutures No escaping from the mess you’re in and stuck without a future

Running fucking races with a hangover in Vegas Outrageous when released from cages on these drunken rages Flip the withered pages in a notebook full of hardship Pull your thoughts apart for trying to barter with a Martian You’re barking up the wrong tree and need to learn these lessons I’ve conceived a life in a darkness to conceal secret weapons Can’t think to keep it pleasant with some phony sugar coating Instead it’s Cold Blood and weirder than Truman Capote While you’re singing Karaoke, doing body-shots, and keg stands Trying to make some silly band, and wanna lean to break dance All that trendy bullshit underneath the heated sun And I just bust up fucking laughing when I hear you speak of guns Defeat with deadly puns, plus a grip of killer similes Mentalist artillery and visions filled with villainy Delivering a bucket full of bad luck and rat guts Call your girl a fat slut and smash you with a Mack truck CAN YOU FEEL ME ONE TIME? Yes I’ve been there and done that HIT ME ONE TIME? Yes I’ve gone there and come back IM RIGHT HERE, YOU WANT SHIT COME AND GET SOME LEARN YOU A LESSON, THE STATE OF CORRECTIONS! Going fucking mad like Norman Bates or Norman Daniels Straight up morgue-ish motherfucker, never normal, morbid vandal Been roasting whores with candles in a cemetery séance Resurrect the fucking dead and forming agents made of chaos Yo we stay off by the shadows in a city of corruption Roughing up some politicians make em talk like Teddy Ruxpin A dirty dozen that’ll cut your stomach lining Drowning out the sound of all you spoiled munchkins whining

Darkside, bag of sleaze, around the clock constantly You’re whacker than Keanu Reeves, and sent to hell like Constantine Hellish type philosophies are fucking up your battle plan Resemble Coleman Collins lurking in a Shadow Land It’s verbal contraband, and yo this shit aint up for grabs The man who wouldn’t shake a hand and ate some funny tabs Clever cunning plans amongst the sickest flowing caliber Smash your dome like watermelons, rocking shows with Gallagher You travel round with Gulliver, and look like fuckin Gilligan A bitch mixed with an idiot that gets the kiddies giggling Let’s get these piggies wiggling, beginning killing missions Starting shit for kicks now slit your wrists and get em drippin’ Trippin on the microphone, compelled to stutter violent Lose my mind like Teddy Daniels deep in Shutter Island Sworn to utter silence, and repeat this gritty treatment To the point of no return like Illy swimming off the deep end Catch me gettin’ weeded, thinking ways to cheat the system Enlisted with a clique that you could only wish to spit with Clean the fucking dishes trick and finish up your homework No tolerance for bullshit like Bart Dawes from Roadwork A grumpy old jerk whose losing friends quickly Lose touch with reality throughout my week of sick leave It’s sickening, got tricks up the sleeve with pocket aces Shit you can’t believe and bring a speech that’s often tasteless Razorblades to faces, fuck your lame amazing races You’re shriveled up forgotten slimy California Raisins Taking shit for granted when you pussies really shouldn’t Cause the verse you spit sounds like a sixty second whoopee cushion You’re pushing fucking limits, finding out how bad that life sucks Fish around for sympathy but no one’s giving five fucks Falling down faster than an early nineties Mic Doug And no one talks about you like the first two rules of Fight Club

The Crown’s infused with Seven now we’re ready, rappin’ raggedy A reckless bunch of ragamuffins breaking necks in battle scenes Assault with broken batteries, a bungalow of scatterbrains Fuck your lame apparel and the so called Saints of Latter Day The maddest of a hatter phase, trying to keep the bats away Making haters rack their brain upon a splattered path to pave You say you got a pack to make? It’s way too fucking late son Time for you to take a nap, and smack you as the base bumps And everybody takes dumps on your latest record We’re still bending minds like the stairs from M.C. Escher Feeling rage like Charlie Decker, got the class on lecture mode Steady listen to a Swan Song on long and windy roads An apocalypse bestowed upon a re-envisioned setting Turning topsy-turvy quickly, probably something I’m forgetting Fuck it, life is but a pity and a rotten box of chocolates A crock of raunchy dog shit that often gets obnoxious

I’m still bingin’ gentlemen start your faulty engines A filthy risky business, no time to merely sip shit Rookies get their wigs split within an instant Eksplicit liquidation sale, sick with tripled vision Now everything can change like a minute stuck in N.Y. Or head back to the guillotine and let some fucking heads fly It’s buzzin’ past your bed time, yet we’ve only begun to drink This fucking ship is fun to sink, get sober maybe once a week Aint seen a lucky streak in all these blurry thirty years Keep the humor tongue in cheek as brutal murder scenes appear Turning blurry pictures clear like Dario Argento Put the pieces back together, fresh out of mementos Sometimes it’s best to let go, before the Dead Zone Claims you, and then leaves you more forgot than Brad Renfro Keep up with the quota, still deliver new deadmans Pull the troops together, standing tall like Stu Redman Making more heads spin than chickens left in Mexico Wrecking every festival than hex you into vegetables Sneaking out the vestibule, I pull a disappearing act A couple steps ahead no matter what, now time to fear the facts Stay where the beers be at, and where my mind slipped Shortly after sunset get a transfer to the Night Shift You fools are spineless, bottom feeder jellyfish Looking like an aids infested chick on Telly’s dick

Loungin’ lackadaisical and life is still a sick joke Linger in the spliff smoke; spit lyrics out on skid row Go wherever wind blows, or way the day may take you See gritty type of psychos rising up to knife your fake crew The time has come to pay dues, and rock some fucking bells bitch Socking up you nerds who drop that wizard, dwarf, and elf shit I’m Mr. fucking selfish, with zero self-respect And make you look like anti-smoking ads, with holes up in the neck Got a mental rolodex to reference all the hoes in check You ugly bitches smoking meth are fucking done for hopeless wrecks Focusing on death and don’t forget the morgue’s eternal Double J’s been running shop while you adjust your mother’s girdle You wimpy little pussys need to find a different past time Snuffed out by these bad guys before its even half time My crew remains mad fly, we drink and hit Swishers Then disintegrate the yuppie fucking scum and shit kickers!

Eternal Darkness, time to spark upon some gritty shit You fools pursuing happiness, its tough fucking titty bitch Cause me and Illy spit the sickest forms of wickedness And rearrange your clock so you can watch how clear this picture gets It’s like a Poltergeist; my life’s composed of frozen ice Told you these things once before and more than likely told you twice Roll the dice to double money, murder all Mcconaugheys Got threats as good as promises with lots of em upon the way Another awful day of harvesting a boggled brain A put my alky goggles on and problems all dissolve to gray The house of cards falls and turns into charades While people cut the throats of friends to jump on center stage Yet we stay renegades that like to start up interventions Steady feeding live grenades to all those starving for attention The Shawshank Redemption, now in two thousand ten Kill yourself slowly, wonder who, how and when We fool crowds and then just disappear without a trace Left to fear the fucking reaper creep in deeper outer space See another blurry face, can’t help kicking shit and screaming Good ole terrors every night will reign supreme, no pleasant dreaming Yeah these fools are steady scheming with horrific type delusions So we take exacto knives to get precise with execution Stuff those lame excuses where the sun will never reach Cause this tracks like and eclipse and we got lessons here to teach So speak only when spoken to, and show some damn respect So many spoiled fucking brats these days, it’s like the planet’s hexed Can’t stand it and I’m stressed, just in case you couldn’t tell That’s why my shit is never friendly and I feel compelled to yell So drag me back to hell and I’ll embrace the heated vapors Get to meet up with my demon friends, embark on evil capers Start a thesis paper, probably snap the bong later Fucking mad man with a strange past like Don Draper

We tear the fucking roof apart to open up some breathing space Found some rusty ginsu knives, but no way to retrieve your face So take a leap of faith, then your fucking ankles break I slay with razorblades with making faderades through games of skate And make the great escape from any given paradox While you look like the heap of shit from Spielberg’s triceratops Never prepared to stop, I’m in this shit for life son Eleven years now paying dues, while you’re some fly by night chumps ……………………that gets instantly forgotten Straight up pissed away to nothing, flesh got stripped and ate by goblins Yo it’s this way to the coffin, look and find the reapers vision Got a timeless death obsession and the sight for bleaker visions Creepy type depictions catch your interest for the long haul Harsh and unfiltered just like prison yard Pall Malls And yes the doctors on call, forever keeps the mind disturbed Breaking fucking bad like Walter White becoming Heisenberg! The further sickened days of Doc Eksplict and the plague Drinking Tanquerey straight from the keg and breaking fucking legs Breaking out the maze that lays within this minds delirium Been blazing purple haze for many days, still kind of furious ………………….that’s just the nature of the beast in me Cynical for grips of weeks, depicting these indecent things Increasing with the frequency, now think before you speak to me Can rearrange your limbs while finding different ways to freak the beat A freaky fucking Friday, catch me mobbing like a zombie Then were headed back to Oz, and taking off some heads like Mombie Never cared for what you corporate bloodsuckers taught me Pulling fucking fast ones like a Hudsucker Proxy …………..we keep it raunchy and tasteless Lacerating faces on an every dayish basis Making braver changes on the tracks were still lacing While you’re completely worthless like your name was Dick Grayson Its like the sixth Jason, shit gets taken way too far Plus you aint no villain kid, just may need glasses like Jafar Smashed and mad bizarre, it might be rather hard to handle As I key you’re prissy car, and shit upon your silly sandals You silly fucking sallies might as well be selling sea shells Were shutting down your scene and lurk from underneath where freaks dwell Watch you free fall from the song like Tome Petty Take a final dance with Mary Jane, and got the bombs ready!

Ugly fucking freakazoid beyond the Outer Limits Known to creep inside your dreams like Freddy, leaving doubters timid The hour glass is thinning, stay on top, but under pressure While you’re quick to follow footsteps of the robots trapped in Stepford Toxic type avenger, known for scoring big like Bender Write these fresh confessions letters, then its death before surrender Render down the bacon in this stranger angel city Stay deranged but never faking, find the slang these days a pity So many little pussies wanna run around and hug it out And Twitter all your stupid plans that no one gives a fuck about I’m rolling down some thunderclouds and drowning out your monologue Got problems of my own and sneaking drinks these days while on the job Sick of all you goblin mobs and rotten conversations Those of you with complexes of god I’ll stomp your face in Face the fucking music, face the facts and find the truth Try to keep you clowns in line, but still got jokes like Michael Bluth So many shitty writtens nowadays still claiming freestyle It’s not impressive either way you sketchy fucking grease pile I keep my drunken mean style that shuns away from compromise And anti-social leader type who’s fucking up your conga line So farewell all my concubines, get on to meet your maker As I optimize this frosted mind and bleed these dreams on paper A deceitful sneaky savior with a style that’s cloak and dagger Screaming nothing fucking matters in a mirror that’s broke and shattered It’s Mr. Personality, but here’s my Sixth Persona Just don’t got the time or tolerance for prissy pre Madonna’s Feel the teeth of these piranhas sinking deep into your spinal column Barely scratched the surface, wait til Crown and Sevens final volume ……………it’s uglier than most Haunt you greedy misers more than Jacob Marley’s ghost And like a Comedy Central Roast I get more raw than Greg Giraldo While you search around for Waldo, looking like a gay Geraldo You can’t do shit but follow, and got zero in the heart department Pull the trump card from you chumps and put an instant stop to farces Get your rotten carcass off my motherfucking door step You’re dead to me like your dead mother, and all those thoughts are force fed An ugly warped head for killing off these culprits Could see through all your plagiaristic, cliché-ridden bullshit Still thinking you’re so sick, I’m gonna laugh and watch you drown The dumbest fucking thing I’ve heard since S.C.V. turned Awesome Town

Illy and Eksplicit, dedicated past a decade Move today’s game of hip hop from check to checkmate Levitate while hawking nasty lugees at these lemmings And suggest to looking elsewhere if you like the lyrics friendly I’m in these darkest places, where the liquor gladly sends me Choke you with a necktie til you feel the fucking frenzy Catch this stranger on a train, and then I’m gone without a trace Without a shadow of a doubt we’ll break a rake across your face We make the lyrics that’ll actually mean something Stay against the grain and strive to keep the steez rugged These geeks are bugging like the eyes of Tori Spelling Bust your swollen fucking melon, keep things gory and compelling Graphic storytelling at its finest like The Swamp Thing While you’re stuck in the image of some snotty fucking prom king Haunting with these zombies, day or night, like George Romero Steady walking with the dead throughout a town of hopeless zeroes Born on a Monday, like Solomon Grundy You keep up with Kardashians, I kick it with the Bundy’s Can’t take nothing from me, fucking scum of earth and loser type Lowest of the low, that’s somehow bringing things to newer heights Dishing out some new advice, can’t separate the truth from lies Digging up these graves while calling one eight hundred suicide We’re living in some foolish times, the land of great pretenders Taking way too much for granted, time to stage a fake surrender Sometimes dead is better, bet we keep them brains lapsing Flip the circuit breaker; find a flash in pan has been Before you actually can track this irrational craftsman I’m zapped on planet acid, flashing back to Pan’s Labyrinth Drank a batch of absinthe, start attacking with a hatchet On the verge of a nervous breakdown, overworked like Bob Cratchit So in haphazard fashion, I snag my last chances And strangle nasty bitches out, like Jack did Nurse Ratched