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!