Underground Hustlin’ - Toy Gory Cypher lyrics

Stir Crazy

Unhinged summoned in darkness we call upon
Concoctions formed from toxins

It's a Molotov and I call my shot, grip it
And the bottle pops
Heat the gas to ignite that hate
We the by the fireplace
See the ash and revive that pain
Me and Shaggs gon' annihilate
Dilate, we cannibals, famished
Nabbin' up damsels avenues grab at you

Bisshop on the track
I make your fuckin' mind spin
I'm a black Juggalo
It's all about the time in
I'm on a mission, you the
Target, I'ma kill you, nigga
I'ma this nigga
Cause I'm the realest nigga, but
If you can't feel me, nigga
Then put the gun to your temple
And fuckin' pull the trigger
I'll pull the spine out your back
I'm like a predator
Might even up your ass and me shredder, nigga
I'ma say it like this, I'm a psycho
Mixed with Leatherface
A sprinkle of some Michael
Hatchet passion, never blast and
I'ma cut you, nigga
Peel your skin and wear it as
A tux so fuck you, nigga

I got shot, twice
But the bitches couldn't bury me
In the eyes, they was scared of me
Maybe three would've set me free
I'll watch you bleed
Not one to plead but and haunt their dreams
How you gonna hurt a masochistic nihilist?
Been through Hell with the Devil
Himself and came back
Through conflict amidst a crypt I
Still convicted for my shit
That Judas kissin' got you slit your wrists
Come with me, I will take you
Open your eyes and wake you
Deface you, your own mama will mistake you
Bake you, breakthrough 'til it breaks you
True horror in life is the
Mirror facing the fake you

People try and mistake me for greatness
But I'm a fuckin' bomb see me riding
I'm riding just like a fucking mob
Ain't no telling my and I keep smelling death
It's like it follows me at every
Turn and fuckin' second breath
I can't seem to control all
This hate that's inside me
Bitches try to copy
But they just fall beside me
That pain on my face come find me
Fall behind me
Murder motherfucker leave 'em missin' yeah
Open up the and you gon' feel it yeah
Just like my breath so and with my presence
From this tortuous shit
I bring the fucking hell

The eyes of every victim as
They meet their demise
Sticking dirty socks into their mouths
The silence cries
Telling them they'll make it out alive
But it's only lies
Standing on a mountain of corpses
I'm the lord of the flies
Rotting flesh and smell like human fecal pies
Everybody shit's themselves after they die
(That's right)
Is a torture that's death by design
My consists of duct tape and X-Acto knives
Surprise, we are not alone
Within this homicide
My family loves to take part in
Playtime of the demonic kind
They're all the sickest son of a
Bitches that you will find
Darker than the vision of blind's
One hack can make the skull divide
Like a faulty math tutor getting paid by the
Just is no crime
Dispose, wash up, hit the beach, corrode

It's a new age of super beast, differently
Underground Hustlers are slivers of divinity
Transhumanism turned to a human centipede
Not quite like Shaggy
But you're all tongue in cheek
I'm the light-bringing knowledge sons of
Massacre with brilliance
Action figure militance
Man who can get real venomous
Listened to Dark Lotus saying
All the hidden messages
Now I'm in this video
Predicting what carnage is
It's heroin in the veins of
Farmers and college kids
Real drug pushers are politicians
And the pharmacists

I don't give a fuck what the
Fuck the people talk about
Demintid's in the house spittin' blood
As demons dance around
Rotten corpse stacker from the murder masher
Fite Back
Fearless Fred Fury is gonna smack ya
Better fuckin' back up before
You get wrapped up
Chewing on them bodies with Flip
Like it was ketchup
Don't get it messed up, gonna step up
Chilling at the carnival with
The homie Stretch Nuts that's no lie
From the Echo Side reppin' Red Fred, 665
Awoken the Devil demons, now you must die

As a youth
I used to always play with dangerous toys
Now your stupid unit's told you
Stay away from the boy
Now I play with the careers of
Other rappers as my own
Why the fuck you think I put
Shaggy and Madrox on a song?
What the fuck is he thinkin'?
I don't even go drinkin'
I lock myself in the garage with
My guitar on the weekend if you assholes
I just add you to the blacklist
I'm somewhere between Majik
Ninja and Psychopathic
I'm somewhere between Psychopathic
And Majik Ninja
Yeah I'm running with the hatchet
Putting spells on you sinners
So without further ado
Here's your featured attraction
It's Shaggy 2 Dope
Beat your ass into fractions

Now when I yell, mountains 'bout to crumble
Which means your bitch ass 'bout
To catch some hot shells
Take you to the hospital
Throw you out the car for one simple fact
I happen to be fuckin' your mama
And the pussy good, so I let you live
On second thought, you die
Your last breath is a gift
I'll put my hand on top of
Your mouth as your heart stop
Look you dead in your eyes
That's how I get off
The last thing you see before you faint, me
As you float off
Now I'm going after your family (Bitches)
Hope all these motherfuckers know
That you a punk
It's 'cause of you they tied up in my trunk
Motherfucker

This thug, he need drugs, he need slugs
He said he 'bout to smash these vatos
Put 'em all in the mud
I got my foot in the door
He said he heard me before (Oh yeah?)
He said he like the way I
Kill and walk a murderous show
That's when I showed him my game
Face and showed him my AK
(Check this out) Forty-seven
Reasons someone's havin' a bad day
Cocked and loaded they came through swingin'
Ain't got nothing on this Mexican Scarface
Pull up outta your mom's place
Drinkin' Bacardi put my feet on her couch
I'm here to fuck up your party
Tie you up, tape your mouth
There's no need for no blindfold
Spinnin' 'round spinnin' out from the
End of my rifle

Oh shit, 'bout to empty a clip
Got these motherfuckers on the run
Until that new shit comes
Y'all motherfuckers better stay up
Before you get laid the fuck down
And I promise you, if you get laid down
You finna stay down
Motherfucker, be ready, don't sleep
Cause the motherfucking sequel is coming
Yeah