The Crazed One

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh God God has nothing to do with thi- What? Some fucking good show, huh, cowboy? Ha ha ha What do you say? Want something like that? Come on, cowboy, what do you want? Who do you want? Her? What are you hidin' up here? Oh, cowboy *Laughter* Music speaks to you every day But you're too deaf, dumb, and blind to listen Sometimes I just wanna jump on ya and let you shoot me If I could, I'd grab this microphone I'd beat your brains out with it, because that's what you deserve That's what you deserve [Chorus] Boy, just be yourself If people don't like you for being yourself, fuck 'em! [Verse 1: Mr. Bones] I'm just a crazy little long-haired red-faced lunatic Bringin' you wicked rhymes, and this is how I'm doin' it Psychedelic shit, as you listen to my hit And I cast a deadly spell, send that ass straight to Hell Rejuvenate the style to the point that it has to be Jump the funky lyrics to my vocal capacity Horrifying rhymes many suckers try to protest But they can't ingest my motherfuckin' blood fest Cannibalistic human underground dweller Bangin' upon the door, breakin' the locks upon the cellar Hunted by man because I'm Satan's son Otherwise known as the motherfuckin' crazed one [Chorus] Raving mystical lunacy enigmatic and contagious madness Leading to excesses of sacrilegious and erotic behavior Raving mystical lunacy enigmatic and contagious madness Leading to excesses of sacrilegious and erotic behavior [Verse 2: Mr. Bones] Well it's a new style, uh, wait a minute now I might freak the funk, but don't call me a freaky child But I'm the crazed one, yes I'm the lunatic I do much damage and come equipped with the lyrics that I spit To show that I be droppin' [?] A no-no in my book to give you all a good look In my mentality although it might be kinda shady I told you this before, playin' [?] just don't fade me 'Cause I'm a crazy white motherfucker And I'm unique and know I'm not like any other brother My names is Bones, and I'm down with the Midnight Sons Otherwise known as the motherfuckin' crazed one [Chorus] Don't look at me like I'm some fuckin' fruitcake or somethin' I'm warnin' you Don't look at me like I'm some fuckin' fruitcake or somethin' I'm warnin' you Don't look at me like I'm some fuckin' fruitcake or somethin' I'm warnin' you Don't look at me like I'm some fuckin' fruitcake or somethin' I'm warnin' you [Verse 3: Mr. Bones] If music be the food of death, well eat it up, eat it up 'Til your brain blows up, 'cause when's enough just enough? I don't know, but I keep droppin' I hate the fuckin' cops, so I go on pig stompin's Switchin' back to the forth, keepin' suckers guessin' I'm packin' a Smith & Wesson and teachin' 'em all a lesson About a young brother that's as loony as a son of a gun Otherwise known as the motherfuckin' crazed one [Chorus] Raving mystical lunacy enigmatic and contagious madness Leading to excesses of sacrilegious and erotic behavior Raving mystical lunacy enigmatic and contagious madness Raving, raving, raving mystical lunacy