[Cruger]
This ain't a track its a hearing test
But before I shout let me rip my organs out to clear my chest (AHHH)
I wear turtle neck tops
To hide the scars from where I tried to cut my head off
And while your balls sweat standing there
I've broken more legs then fat brairs have on plastic chairs
In the loony bin I chat rubbish
Type of cunt who supports Bush just cause everyone who raps doesn't
Make snap judgements, treat kids as puppets
Find their ass and stick my hand up it
Befriend retards and make them smoke crack
I don't graff but I will leave you with a toe tag
Peeps wanna hear our new lines so bad
When we cypher on our mobiles, we get our phone tapped
Your no match, close but no cigar
I'm throwing darts at your face and it ain't a photograph

[HOOK]
This ain't a track it's straight up rap
Idiotic, sadistic, psychotic, horrific
Morbid, raw shit, face the facts
This ain't a track it's straight up rap
Take that back
This ain't a track it's straight up rap
Idiotic, sadistic, psychotic, horrific
Morbid, raw shit, face the facts
This ain't a track this ain't a track
This ain't a track
[Measle]
It's a eulogy for lost souls from my shooting spree
Only reason I spit, is to disrespect producers beats
And break the fundamental rules
To categorize me as death rap, cause that's all I ever do
Accept the truth I'm a strange stranger
Bury you alive just to show the meaning of grave danger
An insaniac undergoing treatment
Do what the voices in my head say to control my demons
Preparing for human poaching season
Sharpening my knife ready for beheading your lower region
Which is why the only gems that you drop
Will be yours when I get you and chop your testicles off
Broke as fuck, all our money goes on drugs
Self destructive, no helping us with blowing up
The illest and were over obsessive
Each bar's so over the top, you ain't ever going to get it

[HOOK]
This ain't a track it's straight up rap
Idiotic, sadistic, psychotic, horrific
Morbid, raw shit, face the facts
This ain't a track it's straight up rap
Take that back
This ain't a track it's straight up rap
Idiotic, sadistic, psychotic, horrific
Morbid, raw shit, face the facts
This ain't a track this ain't a track
This ain't a track
[Cruger]
This ain't a track, it's white noise
Mentally ill, I watch shock therapy films by choice
Superstitious, the horror movie villain
Using used syringes as Freddy Krueger fingers
Dragging a corpse trying to hitch hike
Asking the driver if there's room for one more inside
Break things when high or sniffing the solvents
From the same tub of glue I used to fix what I've broken
I like to pop shrooms, this may shock you
But I'm wearing odd socks underneath these odd shoes
Rock the same clothes everyday cause I want to
And go by the excuse "It's my superhero costume"
But that's not true, after I cremate your corpses
I mix them in lines like cocaine and snort it
I got a lifetime supple of rhymes
I could be spitting bars I wrote now when I'm 99

[HOOK]
This ain't a track it's straight up rap
Idiotic, sadistic, psychotic, horrific
Morbid, raw shit, face the facts
This ain't a track it's straight up rap
Take that back
This ain't a track it's straight up rap
Idiotic, sadistic, psychotic, horrific
Morbid, raw shit, face the facts
This ain't a track this ain't a track
This ain't a track