[Intro] In its absent minded state The unconscious starts to... [Verse 1 Prozak] Yeah, yo An Illuminatic product Consuming klonopins Pass the point of vomiting So please pass me the Crown again Im an anomaly, classification oddity These paranormal lyrics summon spirits Like the conjuring Style is ominous High velocity esophagus Rap Nostradamus, the prophet of all apocalypse Emerging from the dirt Still underground but surfacing Im verbally disturbing Leaving you nervous like a murder scene In fear and lonely Somebody pass me the Thorazine Before I get to cutting you open Like Michael Halloween Im kinda psycho with a knife Slice you to smithereens Waking up in bloody clothes Just hoping it was all a dream Perhaps insanity Orphan to the Manson family Born to cause calamity For the form of vocabulary Decapitation of my enemies and adversaries Lyrically, injecting Black Ink into their capillaries [Hook Prozak, Madchild and Ubiquitous] scratching KKKillers aaand mmasochists TTThe Hitchcock of Hip Hop Ill as Strange MusiMusic UBI, suicidecidecide [Verse 2 Madchild] Aye Every time I snap its invigorating Cause every line I spit is as cold as a refrigerator These new kids, little babies in defibrillators Vigorous deliverance without a picture pixelated Passionately accurate And I dont rap for pacifists I make music for psychos, killers and masochists Every time I let out a verse, its like a smashing fist Kids losing their mind, like its a crashing disk Define challengers, minds a nine caliber Future going back in time Like Mayan calendars Madchilds a lycan, terrible fang bearer White boy, spitting heavy metal like Im Pantera My minds smoking, blown to main fuses Misguided angels, down with Strange Music These new kids, not actually solid So Baxwars back just to smash and demolish [Hook Prozak, Madchild and Ubiquitous] scratching KKKillers aaand mmasochists TTThe Hitchcock of Hip Hop Ill as Strange MusiMusic UBI, suicidecidecide [Verse 3 Ubiquitous] Yeah This is that drama the lab built Prozak, B. Axe clan collabing now thats real UBI, celebrated Im on but sad still Cause I have yet to find my Tom Murillo and Brad Wilek Pumping black milk like this fucking track will Shut em Shut em down, Onyx, Jazzy Jeff, mad skills Inner PL Yall blind and Im reading braille But never seeing [?nails?], see when they try to succeed they fail Boy Im serving well Despite me, being a white geek Your raw shady and half sheisty Im double hyphy You cry babies, I grind daily You struggle nightly Im loving life so ladies love me I cuddle wifey Yo, thats tough to watch Until they lost one They never know what they got Not a Rob Schneider I just fuck a lot Bumping and grinding like the grownups do Oh you dont love this shit Then suppose that I dont love you, you bitch
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