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

Fuck 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 kill you sheep

Mark of the beast

Walking disease

Hell is my theme

Gimme a cigarette, my nerves is bad

What the f*ck 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 "fuck the world"

It's still me versus that

Ruby stuntin′ like a circus act

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

Bitch, 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