Bizarre
These Guys
[Verse 1: Bukshot]
My mental's a scary place
Jason mask is on my face
My machete's on my waist, razor sharp come get a taste
Rob De Niro's kinda heat
My chainsaw got diamond teeth
Bodies 'bout to line the street
Chopped and bloody's fine with me
Talking so much shit I make 'em mad, they know my kind's the worst
Delegator, here to break 'em bad now call me Heisenberg
On this Helter Skelter shit, my haters scared to death of me
They can slip away but i'll catch up with them eventually
Never fell asleep with a guilty conscience
See me in a bad dream better walk cautious
In the graveyard running with the monsters
Blood on my chucks no walking in galoshes
Everybody know we come up with the weird shit
Plus a couple loose screws in my gear kit
I'm a walking stick of dynamite and near lit
Any second I'm about to blow and you can feel it

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Who the fuck are these guys dressed in Weirdo disguise?
I don't think they realize, we show up they will die
Do this for the murderers, the underground we reside
Bitch you might've heard of us but you better stay away from these guys
[Verse 2: Bizarre]
Pop a Xanny flowing like a fucking river (ugh)
Hacksaw, chainsaw, I'm a fucking killer
Demons in my head, I see ghosts
Ten Percocets, I'm about to give your dose
I'm Michael Myers (Michael Myers)
I'm fucking Jason (fucking Jason)
Justin Bieber in my fucking basement (hahahaha)
Drag queen for Halloween
White-black mask I think I'm fucking scream (scream)
The big scream (scream)
A little louder (agh, louder)
Bizarre go off the white powder (woo)
Shoot you with a gun (bow)
Stab you with a knife (ugh)
I'm a sick fuck, this is weirdo for life

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Who the fuck are these guys dressed in Weirdo disguise?
I don't think they realize, we show up they will die
Do this for the murderers, the underground we reside
Bitch you might've heard of us but you better stay away from these guys

[Verse 3: Fury]
I sit (sit) and grieve (grieve)
Conspire while I write this verse
Hatred climbs inside my nerves by this mic I'm cursed (cursed)
I get this violent urge to go recite these spiteful words (why?)
If I don't I know they'll hate me and my life gets worse
I still sit there, the voices wanna lift me up (yuh)
They play my vocal chords, I'm suffering from asphyxia
I got no heartbeat, I wonder if they'll miss me yuh
Feels like I'm dead but I'm not motherfuck
I wanna kill one's and still I feel I wanna pick me up
A filthy drunk bitch, rape her then dump bleach in her cunt
Then I'll shoot her in the face and then flee, gone
That's what I call a bed and bath beyond
Kill a fucking judge cause I'm going insane
Fuck him in the ass then I watch the blood drain
Making sure that he feels the pain
Cut him from his motherfucking ass to his face
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Who the fuck are these guys dressed in Weirdo disguise?
I don't think they realize, we show up they will die
Do this for the murderers, the underground we reside
Bitch you might've heard of us but you better stay away from these guys