Heinous

[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope] I step 1, (ahh) 2, (ahh) 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 [Verse 2: 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 corset and then light it for the emphasis Try to call me sick but I'm seein' a horror specialist [Hook] 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 [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Death is imminent when you're on the other end With ya skull bein by the wrong side of the pulpit Blood pours out from a splint 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 about it spreads out to leave them nameless [Verse 5: Monoxide Child] Now ya shell shocked from all the blood that ya saw Stainin' the walls and does surround you and it 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 what done it America's most wanted for crimes against humanity Heinous and the evil is formin the insanity [Hook x2] [Verse 6: 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 God damn it in this back a violent panick attack Skitsofrantic and demoniacally I'm manic depressed 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 heinously [Hook x2]