These Guys

Lyrics

[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