A Crowd Killer Lyrics

I'm an anarchist no wait I'm an anti-christ couldn't find a thrid sixth or my scalpal so I used a knife
scratched it in, I'm wasted gettin trashed again and actin ten laughin and slashin friends
sellin dust to kids is how I used to spend the day cuz I was only tryin' to live like Tim McVeigh
Respect womens lib by lettin em get their mace off my dogs are hungry so move quick or we're cuttin your face off
follow my lead smoke weed and bleed sloppy if you see me sellin out in the store buy more copies
jump in the crowd and start swingin the cordless then dismember all you high tech spy kids with a swordfish

chorus:
see these cats in the street off tv - they all bitch
fans on the mic wanna battle - they all shit
so I push cop killers and things - they call clips
they let off in the crowd you goin' know - they all hits

if my career's low on gas I'm stabbin a rapper to psyche
suicidal failure like Shady's ex-wife
they got too pissed and sliced open two wrists
I punch lines til there's coke all over my two fists
coke off on the crowd connect nicotine buzz then find your bitch dug out like a heiress where them screens was
fuck your six I got sixteen waitin' any more patient then when they switched me to outpatient
left the hospital and dissed my whole crew even pop knew the deal and walked out when I was two
get slammed in the dirt merk and earth plain shake you aint stirrin' hurricanes you breath on birthday cake
see some art fags and choke them herbs I beat promoters down that be bookin' spoken word
if I'm too sick I'm sorry I'm tryin' to get my head right wrapped up in this cult that I started on my website
chorus:
see these cats on the street off tv - they all bitch
fans on the mic wanna battle - they all shit
so I push cop killers and things - they call clips
they let off in the crowd you goin' know - they all hits

I snap a copy of blade on dvd in half slice your neck and hand you a pamphlet on aids
smut peddlers break up is apparent I might push shit together like Malcom McClaren
so keep starin' I'll keep feedin' your brain flaws I'm porn again like the scam that got me in chain stores
cage number nine on billboard fuck now I gotta sick kubrick on little bow wow's nuts
long range shots to where you and your mans is mister hit some skinny ugly white bitch in kansas
scratched her eyes out right with the evil itchder need a hound dog elixer a head from beetle's sister

chorus:
see these cats on the street off tv - they all bitch
fans on the mic wanna battle - they all shit
so I push cop killers and things - they call clips
they let off in the crowd you goin' know - they all hits (x2)

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