[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
I step 1, (RAHH!) 2, (RAHH!) across the creaky floor.
Spill some fuckin' blood then I'm out the back door.
Takin' little trinkets: fingernails and pieces of skin.
It's all for my rituals of cold milk mixed with gin.
Stir it together gulp it down my eyes roll back.
I'm chasin' that dragon but it's more like a hatchet attack.
I'm peekin' through windows pickin' out the next clueless one.
My fingers dig into her throat, what have I done?!

[Jamie Madrox:]
I sleep on a bed of sharpened knives and toss and turn until I bleed!
I eat from the bread of chosen life, a thousand ghosts alive in me!
Wickedly I'm heinous everything I do is odious.
I'm tired of the normalcy, TOTAL TERROR'S MY FOCUS!
I notice that the knife wounds are spellin out a name.
To the average mother fucker I can be a little extreme!
So I take the bloody gauze off and underline it for the emphasis,
Try to call me sick but I'm seein' a horror specialist!

[Chorus:]
So you wanna murder this ya'll?
That's right!
And you wanna murder them...
That's right!
You should take a hit of this ya'll!
Why?
Once they're dead they're not comin' back...

[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
Death is imminent when you on the other end
With ya skull beaten by the wrong side of the ball pin.
Blood pours out from the split, up to my ankles in it,
All over hammer and grip and so it slips.
Discarded for the use of a rusty crowbar
To the horror of the courier who is forever scarred.
The terror I inflict is often described as heinous.
My history of violence spreads out to leave them nameless.

[Monoxide Child:]
Now ya shell shocked from all the blood that ya saw!
Stainin' the walls and it surrounds you and spreads to the halls!
It's even drippin' from the ceiling inside;
You get this feeling - that the criminal's still creepin'
That's because I'm right behind you!
Groin to gullet: from your stomach to your mullet.
Split ya clean like cantaloupe and let ya neighbors know who done it!
America's most wanted for crimes against humanity!
Heinous and the evil is formin the insanity!

[Chorus:]
So you wanna murder this ya'll?
That's right!
And you wanna murder them...
That's right!
You should take a hit of this ya'll!
Why?
Once they're dead they're not comin' back...

So you wanna murder this ya'll?
That's right!
And you wanna murder them...
That's right!
You should take a hit of this ya'll!
Why?
Once they're dead they're not comin' back...

[Violent J:]
The shit you callin' wicked is for kids and cheerleaders...
This heinous shit right here is for demonous flesh eaters...
It's rainin' blood in my bedroom: a wet and bloody red.
Snakes slither through my earholes in and out of my head.
And god damnit it's back: a violent panick attack.
I'm schizophrenic and demonaclly I'm manic depressive.
I'll stick an axe in yo chest!
I'll kick some cracks in yo neck!
I'll beat you into chunks like you was in a plane wreck! Heinous...

[Chorus:]
So you wanna murder this ya'll?
That's right!
And you wanna murder them...
That's right!
You should take a hit of this ya'll!
Why?
Once they're dead they're not comin' back...

So you wanna murder this ya'll?
That's right!
And you wanna murder them...
That's right!
Oooo ooo ooo...
Why?
Once they're dead they're not comin' back...

Oooo ooo ooo...

Why?

Oooo ooo ooo...
Once they're dead they're not comin' back...

Oooo ooo ooo...

Why?

Oooo ooo ooo...
Once they're dead they're not comin' back...

Junge, warum hast du nichts gelernt?
Guck dir den Dieter an, der hat sogar ein Auto.
Warum gehst du nicht zu Onkel Werner in die Werkstatt?
Der gibt dir ne Festanstellung, wenn du ihn darum bittest.
Junge...

(Chorus)
Und wie du wieder aussiehst, Löcher in der Hose und ständig dieser Lärm
(Was solln die Nachbarn sagen?)
Und dann noch deine Haare, da fehlen mir die Worte
Musst du die denn färben?
(Was solln die Nachbarn sagen?)
Wie kommst du nach Hause, wir wissen nicht mehr weiter

Junge, brich deiner Mutter nicht das Herz
Es ist noch nicht zu spät, dich an der Uni einzuschreiben
Du hast dich doch früher so für Tiere interessiert, wäre das nichts für dich, eine eigene Praxis?
Junge...

(Chorus)
Und wie du wieder aussiehst, Löcher in der Nase und ständig dieser Lärm
(Was solln die Nachbarn sagen?)
Elektrische Gitarren und immer diese Texte
Das will doch keiner hörn
(Was solln die Nachbarn sagen?)
Wie kommst du nach Hause, soviel schlechter Umgang
Wir werden dich enterben
(Was soll das Finanzamt sagen?)
Wo soll das alles enden, wir machen uns doch Sorgen

(Und du warst so ein süßes Kind) 4x

(Chorus)
Und immer deine Freunde, ihr nehmt doch alle Drogen
Und ständig dieser Lärm
(Was solln die Nachbarn sagen?)
Denk an deine Zukunft, denk an deine Eltern
Willst du dass wir sterben?