Walk That Line

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] Sorry that I had to make you wait for this (yeah) But its never too late for wicked gangster shit (naw) On that note, follow me now from the booth to the crowd Weirdos stand proud, maniacs are foul Come from the land of the heartless Where they pack guns on they waste and they start shit Everyone's a target Watch me slit throats my dear Like IT, little boys and girls float down here (yes) Can smell fear on the breath of my enemies When I die I kinda figure where they're sending me Till then I'll raise hell on earth Like a gargoyle on top of my church (come on) Step into the octagon of chaos with me And slip into the realm of a séance with me Open up my lunchbox, guaranteed Got so much shit to show you, be patient you'll see [Chorus: Bukshot] I got weird shit on my mind If you look real close you just might find I'm a psycho trying to have a good time And I might go nuts trying to walk that line I got sick thoughts all the time, got a mask and a tool that'll crack that spine Like Michael I just hit my prime And I might go nuts trying to walk that line [Verse 2: Bukshot] Bout to go Children of The Corn in this thing The one who walks behind the rows with blood on his fangs Straight for the jugular, like Dracula Maybe swing an axe at ya, murder spectacular Devil's reject, death is remedial Gut 'em like a tiger claw, King Ezekiel Living freak-show, machete deep-throat You witness three bitches, better hit your free-throws You don't know about the pain in my ring Dropping down with a death plot like Sting Butcher knife, hardcore Stick 'em like dartboards Playing music when I work like Starlord Mind warped like a Stephen King book Focused on revenge every single time I'm shook Put 'em in a guillotine and chop that spine It ain't easy trying to walk that line [Chorus: Bukshot] I got weird shit on my mind If you look real close you just might find I'm a psycho trying to have a good time And I might go nuts trying to walk that line I got sick thoughts all the time, got a mask and a tool that'll crack that spine Like Michael I just hit my prime And I might go nuts trying to walk that line [Verse 3: Bukshot] Sex, blood, money and murder Yeah I fucking said it Don't care where you heard it Surrounded by fakes, my reaction's allergic A creep to say the least, women say I'm perverted Opinions don't matter, think you're out of your league Just step into my cage, you think you're better than me? Told 'em evil never sleeps since Adam and Eve Got tricks up my sleeve you would never believe Cocky artists need to shut they mouth and humble up (that's right) Show up at your V.I.P. and shut that mumble up (for real) Make me mad I'll fuck around and drop a spirit bomb While dressed up like a bounty hunter at a comic-con A Shogun, kill 'em all like blowgun Give 'em to the mini-faced God, a man is no one Make 'em drink the water from the house of black and white Caught you jacking with a touch I got 'em loosing sight [Chorus: Bukshot] I got weird shit on my mind If you look real close you just might find I'm a psycho trying to have a good time And I might go nuts trying to walk that line I got sick thoughts all the time, got a mask and a tool that'll crack that spine Like Michael I just hit my prime And I might go nuts trying to walk that line