Track order is Biazed, Relapz.
and add them as a friend.
Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Biazed]
Let me formulate my thoughts into a tangible expression
Screw it, I'll just beat ya puny head in
Oops, I almost forgot my morals
Here, hold this camera, man, while your wife gives me oral
No vitamin C when I bite a Clockwork Orange
Just the cells of the innocent spilled on the floor
Don't have any fear, hey, quit all the fussing
I just put it in your ear so you can hear me when I'm comin
Fuck! Guess I did it again
Fuck! Guess I did it again
Fuck! You think it's only pretend?
Man, this is real, ask my invisible friend
Hahahaha, this ain't a laughing matter
There's no doctor that can fix you when your eyeballs shatter
Badder than a dagger splatter, scatter fractured cadavers
Mad as hell when I'm attacking 'cause I sold my soul to keep this
Power from slippin, I ain't trippin
It's just in my nature to see crimson drippin
I can't help being shadowed by chaos
Switch religions 'cause there's no mercy when I play God
So you think I got a complex?
Fuck that!
Whoever thinks I got a complex...
Tell me to my muthafuckin face, bitch!
Fuck you!
And you and you and you!
[Verse 2 - Relapz]
Walking through the darkness with some heat in my hand
I got the wills, the skills, and every single thing is planned
Arrive at my destination, not a single person's home
Raise up the back window, double check that I'm alone
I make my way in and I stalk around the house
Goin through their possessions as quiet as a mouse
Don't wanna arouse the suspicions of a nosey next-door neighbor
So I keep the lights off like I'm working undercover
After just a few minutes the family pulls up
Double check all the weapons, there's some shells in the pump
The clips are fully loaded, the machette's on my back
Got a baseball bat so I can make some skulls crack
Hidin in the kitchen til everyone's inside
I hear the door lock, now it's time for homicide
I bust into the room, guns blazin off rounds
Hit the dad in the face, now his brains are on the ground
The daughter starts to scream and machettes don't cut clean
So it takes a couple swings to end the life of this teen
Now the mother or the son, time to choose which one
Decide on the kid, put the bat to his lid
Stepped in blood and I slid when I swung and almost missed
But I never strike only hit home runs
Just me and the mom, time to finish up my fun
Tie the bitch to a chair, she ain't goin anywhere
Now she won't stop sobbin and there's blood in her hair
I told the bitch "Shut Up" and made her open her mouth
There's no point in screamin cuz you ain't gettin out
With a look of resignation she gave up all hope
I raised the bat up and then I jammed it down her throat
