Mr Hyde, Necro, ILL BILL, Goretex - The Crazies lyrics

The Crazies, live in the subways
Complete control the underground
They're Night Raiders

Yo don't be concerned about to what you
Heard about me word of mouth
Facts I'll take the burner out and
Blow your fucking sternum out
I'll keep the fragments
Little pieces of your clavicle
In my cabinets to prove
You ain't shatter proof
Put the four fifth to you
Let all four clips in you
Pain experience is like a Pitch
George grip to you now you scarecrow dead
Watch me tear whole heads
Off at their shoulders I cough as you smolder
Fresh ash particles contaminate the sky
From your flesh barbeque
Inhale it to get high


Or pull the tool in your bless
Leave you laying on the deck
Fuck your bullet proof vest son
I'm aiming for your neck
Now your beautiful jugular is
Soaking up my rug ain't no crews rugged'er
I'll prove it with a slug
See, we Psycho+Logical- your
Team's methodical we back slap fag rappers
Like bitch prostitutes
Scream! and pray it's only a nightmare
And hope your gaping throats really
Only a slight tear
In truth you slice right with
The nice nine inch knife
Every trife rhyme I write
Ignite twenty-five to life

Barn of the Naked Dead
Garnish your flesh, carving your head
Me and the Coven starve women
Till they're orange and red
Take creep pictures, renounced
I'm the young Keith Richards
I'll turn a MILF evil
Feed her some speed with killer mixtures
Writing Bibles like I'm Anton
We slime buckets, where sluts get gutted
Fucked and punched
With they're tampons, a blood fetish
A monster with grimace like Al Fish
A moment of silence the count
Is about to asphyx
Playing God is such a thrill for me
My young ministry with six women becomin'
Uninhibited they kill for me
The God of Love, I leave scars and misery
See letting these women go don't make sense
It's a sin to me the night surgeon
I flip it like Christ Inversion
Welcome to Hell
We sellin' souls right in person
The gore merchant
Murder for pigs is always worth it
Express mail
Set my panties and bloody kerchiefs

Call me the Sad Wings of Destiny
Spread across the planet like Leprosy
Destroying your entire life's legacy
Nuclear priest, fire storm, human defeat
My goons are elite
Murdering you with the tools of the street
The morbid sorcerer
Forty four magnum officer slaughterer
Calling your coroner
Crash street at the corner of Lauberman
Jumping the L, between cars puffing a L
Robbing you on the way to
Carnarsie for something to sell
And I will strike down upon thee
With great vengeance and furious anger!
Burying you with delirious bangers
A total nightmare, chrome nines appear
Walking with no signs of fear
Designed to tear you with this
Piece of these vagina scare pussy clot
Ill guerilla pimp make the pussy pop
Another rookie cop got shot
Another pussy drop
Either we mad men or mysterious villains
Or billionaires, sociopaths
Or serial killers!

Murder rappers with a
Shooting titanium microphone
Bullets in your brain rip
Through cranium like Styrofoam
Four thugs who step to me
Who catch belly slugs
Now you're four faggots dead laid out in
A row covered in smelly rugs
Dying to meet ya, slice up each feature
Your grill's a bloody mess
Your face looks like a pie o' pizza!
Like bleeding pimples, we hold katanas
The scientist nihilist
I'm breeding pit bulls and piranhas
The messiah! Ain't nothing but a
Creep in a trench
They found Jesus downtown Brooklyn
Sleeping on a bench
Lobotomy class, we experiment cut and stitch
Open your brain up and analyze it to
Find out why you're such a bitch!
Put gats to you
Throw you in a lake naked with a
Block of cement attached to you
I don't sweat to shoot you (uhn uh)
Rather cut your spleen on screen
Like a Tom Savini scene execute you!