What I Need

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr 8 Legz] Hard to break a heart when you no longer have one (Yeah) But it's mad fun accepting that and moving to a path on Which you replace that hurt with the urge of drawing plasm (Yeah) From severed nerves and vertebraes while they scream and spasm (Hahaha) A couple knives left in spines, alive yet paralyzed Bleed 'em 'til they're hollow, it's the shifting of the paradigms Patterns always changing so they don't overanalyze My modus of operandi, find that deaths arе all the same kind Blood's always involved, that's thе only connection Splattered on the walls, going every direction Can't find the impact point at all or even guess what's the weapon It changes every session 'cause I implement a new method (Let's go!) Could say that God's plan to create us (What) and everything here So I'm just paying 'em back in the fashion that happens to steer Towards a slash in your neck, lack of a breath and the fucking fear Filling your eyes before crimson red replaces the tears, 'cause [Chorus: Bukshot] There's a presence of darkness crawling on me Crawling on me, crawling on me Sins of the heartless falling on me Falling on me, falling on me I can taste the vengeance in my teeth Don't let 'em breathe, it's what I need No face, take 'em out in one sweep I make 'em bleed, it's what I need [Interlude: Paul Terenzi (Peter Licassi)] Maybe they're just cruising through the galaxy and stopped here for a bite to eat [Verse 2: Bukshot] Just like Blade you only need a bloodbath Bullets spray and then we dump rats Only hug from the front, no touchbacks Eight legged freaks and whipsticks in our lunch sacks What I really need is you understanding me When I'm stressed out I may shoot weapons frantically Waving blades randomly plus I got punchlines We're super duper famous now, we'll have a fun time Chainsaw revving up, rum rum! With no plans of letting up, better run run (Run run) No friend zone, touch someone And I won't stop cutting 'em up 'til I'm all done [Chorus: Bukshot] There's a presence of darkness crawling on me Crawling on me, crawling on me Sins of the heartless falling on me Falling on me, falling on me I can taste the vengeance in my teeth Don't let 'em breathe, it's what I need No face, take 'em out in one sweep I make 'em bleed, it's what I need [Verse 3: Whipstick] I got a faucet and I'll spike it through your toupee Doomsday destruction, I'll pack the pain in your suitcase I'm kicking through your living room like I was Liu Kang While screaming, "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" Call me Kool-Aid Handcuffed in a lawn chair, you can't stand up and it's not fair But the band saw will cut your hands off while I dance off in a tall mirror Pageantry with severed heads plus catastrophes of mescaline Half of me only wants you dead, the other wants your next of kin (Bitch!) Pussy rappers want some static 'til it's time to happen Slashing through the foes with axes, stack 'em in them open caskets Listen closely while their ghosts record the voice and cast it Back into the void with maggots thrashing through the broken blackness Whoa! That's a lot of blood, bro When we cut through the arteries targeting the blood flow Whoa! That's a lot of blood, bro When we rip through the jugular fucking up your horoscope [Chorus: Bukshot] There's a presence of darkness crawling on me Crawling on me, crawling on me Sins of the heartless falling on me Falling on me, falling on me I can taste the vengeance in my teeth Don't let 'em breathe, it's what I need No face, take 'em out in one sweep I make 'em bleed, it's what I need