Jak Tripper - Men Behind The Sun lyrics

[Intro] I could of grabbed this microphone I'd beat your brains out with it Because that's what you deserve, that's what you deserve [Cruger] Cruger might appear while your sound asleep ‘Till your no longer sound, and you shout and scream So loud it seems to wake every house in reach Even the last one down your street Found your dreams, Got you so afraid of day Made your brain stay away for about a week With as much courage as “Courage the Cowardly Dog" ?, the night of the howling beast I carry a raven around with me, that sits on my Kreuger Glove like a falcony Now I see through the eye it ripped out and keeps in it's mouth Dangling it down it's beak Clown Mc's like ICP, when I say you make the crowd bounce I mean leave Beats me how anyone could beat me, Don't bite my tongue I am one of the men behind the sun [Chorus x2] Get ready to die Prepare for genocide To end this night my sun Get with the times Our time has come Hide & Run from The Men Behind The Sun [Lord Measle] We've raised the bar, U.S. blaze cigars Sitting around a table with dogs playing cards We ain't for the feint at heart, Keep kids locked in an attic I drop explicit imagery like the prophet Mohammed Only 19 but my mind is older, Every day I don't get blood I get colder When I say my life is over, I'm not depressed Lonely or dead, Since I saw two holes in my neck Now murder is my only intent, But this ain't mouth to mouth (no) I'm s**ing a soul from the chest Once you show disrespect, theres no going back I'll brand my name on your head and put it in my bowling bag (Strike!) Lines, cut ‘em, throw up your U's We make music that turns heads, And stomaches too Unusuowl, We got Jak up in this, “The Men Behind the Sun” And we'll call you every name under it [Chorus x2] Get ready to die Prepare for genocide To end this night my sun Get with the times Our time has come Hide & Run from The Men Behind The Sun Somebody sign me quick Wait the virus did Electric circuit, Circa 96' I've been sick behind blinds and I.V. drip Hiding from sunlight inside the crib Rhymey sh**, Like a file of mad scientists Surrounded by dead Chinese chicks King of the addicts, Who's a bigger looser? and who is not? I've been to more rehabs than Robert Downey Jr. Stop! I can bench press a Buick, My adrenaline can fuel an ox I murder rappers to soothing sounds of an open music box It's not the substance in the tunes I drop It's the burial ground of dead animals under the back porch And confuse my mom, And my room is stocked Penethol juices, Nylon noose's knots, Q-tip syringe, Toolkit box Body refuse disinfectants, Peroxcide usage stopped My motives so sick, The way I k** ? will be an art The new kids ?, Ligature bruises used to ? Had to change it twice, For the knee deep levels of stool And puke ‘em up, It's not ? to ?, I beat ya Smash tom-toms, Spit with that Cafe Khufu, Hookah Ha [Chorus x2] Get ready to die Prepare for genocide To end this night my sun Get with the times Our time has come Hide & Run from The Men Behind The Sun [Outro] Never before has such evil villainous scum recorded such a masterpiece