[Verse 1: Monoxide Child] I ain't the one so they calling me number two And it's true cause I'm the shit with the attitude of a mosh pit I come equipped with a quarter to flip Bordering sick, shorten the wick And I can show you just how gory it gets (yea) I'm more than a Twizt and I got the ID to prove it But they only witness, the chainsaw right through him Person of interest? Not me, like Laci I'm Scott-free And first in a short line of people Where killing is my influence it might be them shoes Cause them Nike's been telling me to do it So somebody hand me the knife please I'm 'bout to lose it like the sleeves on a wife beater Congruent with an evil, an irregular human could not be like me I give a fuck, I'll rob a zombie And put some nickle in his back on my chainsaw mats Cause I'm on Crack and I got the spirit of Leatherface inside me
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Lunatic bout to try a chicken by the sea and try the tuna fish Bout to drowned a guy and girl, turn around and call it uni-sex Snatch his exoskeleton out his body now his body gelatin That hair trigger is highly delicate So you hold me owe me fuck me chump You nosy why I humpty dumped You know me tie a noose around my ankle I'm gonna bungee jump, always down for homicide Riding round with a army gun that's modified Down to die but I'm trying to keep my style alive But I been the tightest when I spit this venomous fire You can feel it inside you and that’s The gut feeling I’m getting appendicitis I dig deeper than coal miners gold Midas touch Got 90000 plus people throwing lighters up Speaking of gold that's what I might a struck Ya'll are disgusted at how much that I am discussed The reason you got your eyelids shut Rock city is what I'm a product of Put the district attorney body on lay away So I ain't got to buy the judge
[Verse 3: Jamie Madrox] Get ready to flip on the coin toss come and dance on the edge Of the knife till it split you soul with out a drop of blood loss Gonna get that knife, I'm head over heels about it If I'm flipping tails your heads in the back pack live without it But you can't, better hoping that I flip a heads Instead I leave ya wheel chair bound cause I'm taking both ya legs Blast of a canon, fucking with me they leave with ya stamped On a mentally divided decision is in my hand and it's shining In the night under the light of the moon Giving the flip the blades clinking to slash hurdling doom Leaving the pussies covered with wounds Sinking just how I do cause my knife is like a dick And it loves fucking the wombs of the cuts I leave behind I'm sick in my mind and I'm sick in reality, supposedly intertwined Like both sides of the coin and personality too The beginning of the toss will be the end of all of you