Unusual Suspects - Dope sh** lyrics

[Cruger] Holdin' a kebab knife, dressed in a sheet As I repeatedly stab myself to the beat The only thing my job is is to skive off it I'm psychotic, pickin' my noise via my eye socket This is your brain on d**, with angel dust I don't need to make friends, I just make them up Don't look directly at me like the sun Only thing I've ever lost is count of how many times I've won I like knives, big fearful shiny ones I'm starting plane crashes cause the slide looks fun Hah! I emerge untouched from the plane wreckage Snap your vinyl in half just to prove I can break records At your shows main entrance, obstructing the doors Hip hop's dead, we just like f**ing it's corpse Cruel people with satanic beliefs, the root of all evil would easily start in my family tree [Hook x2] We be smokin' now We be sniffin' now We're injectin' now Supercalafragilisticexpiali dope sh** [Measle] Scumbag -- With a nice side no one's ever met, cause I keep my heart of gold locked inside my treasure chest Never second best, if we're level peg (neck & neck) I aim to decapitate you just to get a head Dissect your flesh, make an outfit fresh to d**h, done up with belly-bu*tons Measle on the back to represent Upset the press to stress, better yet, only time I raise spirits is when I resurrect the dead Ma** murderer - Earnin' my prison stripes, all my actions are out of hands since I lost my grip on life The splattered guts look so colorful! The way I mark my turf is by sprayin' my blood on walls Kidnap girl scouts and use them as s** slaves and hang their heads on my wall -- To improve on my feng shui Before you know (?) to my next name If a crowd give me air, they only do because I ventilate [Hook x2] [Cruger] I feed the ducks, I feed the ducks on my own. I feed the ducks poison, and watch them float No, don't, try this at home, I've lost my control like I can't find the remote I've had seven years bad luck three times in a row, can't wait 'til my twenty first, when the curse finally goes [Measle] Oh fiddle sticks, I never clean my finger prints from the incident, or I cut someones neck, then f** the slit in it My throat is sore, unable to use my vocal chords I've been smokin joints with a seed packed out with bulbasaur Freddy hold the torch, while I unbolt the door The only time I get brains is from my local morgue You know the score, 2 unholy lords, using pins to crucify Christ on our club house notice board [Cruger] Show no remorse, I've never shed a tear, the end is near, and we'll be the messengers when it's here