Budd Dwyer - 20TH CENTURION lyrics

[Verse 1: BIG GRIEVE] Make a punk b**h bite the curb American History X Burning churches 'til they dirt Walk off and throw up the set Just another Sunday purge, I'm ISIS with blades and a neck Throw his body to the herd this what happens when you flex f** boy, I lace your mama's drink with LSD gave your sister mescaline Then chased her up and down the street Never sleep Stay on the creep to k** you sheep Mark of the beast Walking disease Hell is my theme [Verse 2: LIL OOZING] Gimme a cigarette, my nerves is bad What the f** your name is, boy? I never heard of that Germ is back in the N.O.. we made a murder pact She let out a nervous laugh Swimming in the deep like where the surface at? Make the sign of the cross and then I'm skrrtin' in the church's ash Let my soul escape I'm switching bodies like a hermit crab Home is where the dirt is at Lemme circle back to the days when I said "f** the world" It's still me versus that Ruby stuntin' like a circus act [Verse 3: GERM] Who that there with all that flair? Stare into my eyes, I dare you Ride with the carbon Pistons in the hood Ben Wallace with me Just might shoot you down Don't make no sound Big gun sounds get to rushing, b**h It's nothing DirtyNasty$uicide It's you or I It's do or die b**h, it's me I got hunnids and I heard your tank's on "E." Boot me down, I stomp you out Big body b**h hold on my heat Clap 'em with the ratty just for acting all types Of cheesy Better believe me, hoe Gimme the cheese and dope