Dr. Dre - The Worst Type lyrics

[Verse 1] Here we go again, another song about murderin' Blood all on his shirt again, just so you know for sure it's him Cut off a virgin's limbs, mail 'em to a Christian church and then Tell 'em "Thanks for your services, these have added preservatives" Blood curdling screams, I heard 'em in dreams, wake me up I'm shakin' at knees while stranglin' this teens trachea Lately I don't feel the same as I used to My brain is unusual, they saying I'm fruit loops Me and Damien shoot hoops and I play in a zoot suit I'm making you go crazy from the weight I put you through Loose screws in my cranium, alien with a crazy grin Blazin' won't make me sane again, just raises craves of cavin' in Skulls, it's repulsive how you come up with bullsh** I'll put a gun up to your lips, tell you "kiss it or duck quick" But even if you duck; you're leavin' with jesus, bruh No reason, see me with three demons eatin' a fetus up I'm fiendin' to feed on people even eat a greasy s*ut Receivin' the feelin' of Eden, breathin' in lethal dust Who's devious enough to meet me when I'm f**ed up Proceed and your lucks up, believe me this stuff's tough My teeth have now just sunk in, bleeding is what comes Previous to you eating dust and being all slumped up On the floor, I'm a carnivore, you'll never see me ponder or Think of how to respond to who*es because the blood is drawn before They start to stop speaking, you're thinking I'd spark the Glock But I'd rather cut pieces out of your throat, make it hard to talk It's dark and hot, the Argonauts have just entered the room And a**ume they'll stab a male rapper in his placenta or womb The center of doom, whom? The inventor of crude tunes But what the f** would you do if all these haters booed you? I'll put 'em in tombs soon, so cool it Zoboomafoo The boys in blue'll lose their food as soon as that *whistle* Your shirt'll be so red they'll think that you soo-woo'd And that one of Snoop's goons is the one who chewed you [Hook] "SigNature", "b**h!" "He's sick", "nauseating, gnitaesuan" "Very hostile", "nauseating" "Are you crazy?", "sick", "nauseating" "Crazy" [Verse 2] I'm the worst type, I guess you're right, termites crawl out of my eyes, I'm Trying to keep my head as rabbits fall out of the sky and why The f** are they laughin'? This is why I stay in the attic Starin' at a TV screen but nothing's playing but static Displaying these antics, I'm frantic when I'm playing with magic I'm stranded on another planet and I can't even manage To stop actin' so manic, the panic bu*ton's released I taste blood on my taste buds, don't f** with the beast This year I got myself a girl for a Christmas gift I choked her too hard and the b**h went stiff Oh sh**, I feel supreme like Kenneth McGriff I'm just a pissed misfit, screamin' 666 b**h, I'm dirty as a co*kroach with Mott's spread on toast What I'll do to you is awful, just stop you're not dope Leave your head like a pothole, I'm hot, you lost hope You f**in' with me, vato? Impossible, I got loads Of hot flows, I pop foes and watch them rot slow Bleach? I got a box full, I shop at Costco So don't worry 'bout the mess you'll make, my essence left you devastated Don't test my mental game, I rap until my pencil breaks For heaven's sake I'm hardcore, you don't wanna start war I carry 'round a large sword, use it till my arms sore Scarred corpses are stored inside of my armoire Dark, warped art form, but that's because my heart's torn I was born on Friday the 13th, the day McVeigh was sentenced I was playin' ball with his son, now me and Satan playin' tennis I am sick, hurt anatomies then carve your neck With a split personality like Harvey Dent And since your insanity is hardly dense There is no random need for arguments [Hook]