GrewSum - I'm A Problem lyrics

[Verse 1] The problem has arrived in my posture Gettin' sues inside of my hoster Kept voodoo inside of my culture See, you might die from eye in my poster Like (hokus pokus!) choke the throats of holy rolles At my door with books and flyers They looked at me so I took their eyes out And hung their skin out on some hooks and wires I was raised on chainsaws and Leatherface Hang their brains raw cause I don't never play It's obvious ho, I'm hard to control Take a part of your throat out and swallow your soul It's that articulate zombie, with sh** that'll probably Stick in your body, making blood drippin' to lobby That's how I was trained, sick and insane It's simple and plain, I'm sick in the brain [Hook] (I'm a problem) To the game as a whole, taking control I ain't hiding it I'm lettin' you know that (I'm a problem) I'm breaking the tradition To wickedness I'm addicted You can hear it when you listen (I'm a problem) You need to comprehend That I got the upper hand I don't think you understand this (I'm a problem) To the game as a whole, taking control I ain't hiding it I'm lettin' you know [Verse 2] You're f**ing with the cat that'll say what he wants to f**ed up persona, the rap Willy Wonka (Act silly, rap k**ing) That kid's a monster (Cat peeling, bad spelling) brains on your mama You gonna lose it if you have to face So I don't die, I just keep comin' back like Jason Caved more than half you're facing Call the coffin people up cause they have to encase him You think you're worthy? You can get turned in a hurry To something close to beef Jerky (you heard me?) Know that I show no mercy, soul levitates up, flies like a birdy Burn with flames and spin like a hurricane That came out of this persons brain Once my track is mixed and my words arranged You gon' learn how this motherf**er earned his name [Hook] [Verse 3] Tryin' to stop a motherf**er sayin' "off with his head!" You can't stop me motherf**er this is dawn of the dead Tellin' my people to get you for all that you said You the juice box guy, put a straw on your head It's about that time that I'll make you learn Everything is flammable, even angels burn Wait your turn to get placed in urns Cause you had to get all up in my face you nerd I can't take this sh** like “f** you pal" When my sneakers hit the ground, causin' mushroom clouds Just imagine what it could do to you over loud So it's in your best interest to sit the f** down If Slipknot made it then I'mma be famous (for sure!) With my penis in Vida Guerra's an*s (applause!) From the studio audience, cause y'all probably Did just realized who the motherf**ing problem is [Hook]