(Hook: Deloosion)
Raw with a message
When you listen to my music, I truly hope it causes depression
And suicidal thoughts, cocking the Wesson
Give a kiss to all of your weapons, drop a pedestrian
(x2)

(G-Mo Skee)
Yeah, G-Mo. Yo
I hope my music makes you wanna take a ton of acid
Get ass naked and run into oncoming traffic
Your wife wants to become an actress
So I gave her plastic surgery, the operation was disastrous!
Inf Gang, we shoot porn inside vans with bitches so fat, we gotta use a wide lense
I drive a car that somebody died in
At the drive in, but I still bought it for five bands
I like to bang ‘till the ovaries hang, and keep goin’
Even though I know she’s in pain
I rose from the grave, a zombie shootin’ dope in my vein
Pissed off ‘cause at my funeral, nobody came
Fuck it!
I’m bustin’ nuts ‘till your momma is pregnant
Her titties lactatin’, her esophagus stretches
Fuck goin’ platinum, this is not a profession
Don’t listen to my music, it causes depression
(Hook x2)

(Sketch)
I’m the wickedest from Houston
I’m spittin’ shit as sick as it comes
Ridiculous puns with the flick of this tongue
Speakin’ a talk is sorta like lickin’ a cunt
Except I use a fork and knife when I’m eatin’ a twat
The way I feast on you pussies
I’d even dine on a vagina if it was leakin’ a lot of yeast and was bushy
This is a fair warnin’: if ya step outta line I’ll make your family feel like they just woke up when they're mournin’
My eyes are red I’m lookin’ like a demon in hell
Cause I’m buzzin’ off of nic
Like Kenan and Kel
I stay fiendin’ an L, I scream and I yell
I drank some promethazine but instead of leanin’, I fell
I’m never flippin’ birds or turnin’ feathers
But these narcotics get my car spotted by units with German shepherds
After slayin’ your men, I'ma chop ‘em in sections
I’ll say it again: I hope my music causes depression

(Hook x2)

(J.C. the Cancer)
When you hear the track smack you duckin’ like Mayweather
The gays fly away like birds of the same feather
The predators prey, on pussies with fake leather
With some Kate Jenner dressing I’m hoping they taste better
I got a pair of balls humungous you can’t measure
You’re gonna fall like Building 7, the Trade Center
I say whatever I want and rape nuns
Make fun of crippled people
Fuck it I’m evil it’s an innate pleasure!
I’m Jeffy Apples in the special olympics
And I’m going for the medal to win it
I’m here to settle some business
That’s not a speech-impediment is it?
‘Cause when blood comes out my mouth it’s like tourettes on you bitches
Fuck, cunt, shit, piss
Shit I wish some little kids will hear this and slit their wrist
Man I hope my music causes depression, shit my jaw is a weapon
Deloosion take your time you taught ‘em a lesson
(Hook x2)

(Deloosion)
I hope this is motivation for a terrorist attack
So you n***as can go on Facebook and act like you care about that crap
You can’t be serious, that’s ridiculous
Your fans are calling you a hypocrite, laughing at your hilarious act
I’m Deloosion, and I don’t sneak diss or throw low blows
So if you got offended by my last scheme then so bro
Thrashklan, shoot porn in low-lows with midgets so little we filmed a threesome with a Gopro
I hate you faggots, but I stay collabin’ on Satan’s gravel to get my motherfuckin’ name established
You wanna catch my fade or battle?
Now I’m shoot this ugly n***a in his face and watch when they skedaddle
They don’t want TK on MTV, ‘cause these demonic entities will immediately make you change the channel
I could be a great example of your favorite rapper
But I’m depressed, so I slit my wrist and play piano

(Hook x2)