Will and The Mix - This Is the Mix lyrics

[Verse 1] I spit nothing but the truth and I'm proving the facts You better get moving back because I'm using a bat To crack your head open 'til it's oozing with crap There's no rules in this rap, yeah, I'll but as brutal as that I'll inject you with a dirty needle 'till you're catching a fever Then go k** thirty people when I'm acting a creature Got your whole family hiding in the room Keep in mind that I'll find them and bite them like prunes I'll twist legs off and turn liars into cripples Stab a pin in their eye and set fire to their nipples I put my k**ing shoes on and stamp on your living Rip your small intestines out and I strangle you with them [Chorus] This the mix [x9] (Hello, can you put me through to the police?) (I'd like to report a murder) {Alright, just stay calm and talk slowly} (I woke up and found him dead) [Verse 2] I spit nothing but the truth, all this cold sh**'s real I charge into the booth holding a loaded steel My feet sneak into the room and I hear you breath deeper Witnesses see me leave later carrying a bloody meat clever Creep creature, dealer of ki's an ether f** your face up with a bat 'till you develop freak features Pull my dick out in cla**, break rules and breach teachers Anti peace keeper, get more demonic with each preacher Bleach eater, living in a lawless home I'm ill enough to strangle you to d**h with a cordless phone Rhymes flying off my gorgeous dome, spitting in a flawless tone Where ever I go I roam carrying a 12 bore or chrome Jaw dropping bars got you stood shocked and quoting silence We got in cars carrying guns and knives, provoking violence I praise to religions that worship more than four gods And we each have a DVD copy of Straw Dogs [Chorus] This the mix [x9] (Well I got up and just saw him there) (Laid, dead and he was bleeding everywhere) (And he had burns all over him) (He's still there, can you come quickly?) {Yeah, alright} [Verse 3] Get ready with the lighters and deodorant cans Because we're gonna set fire to some Frozen fans Burn these b**hes to d**h, my hopeful plans Give them broken limbs and broken hands I got a film out, it's got many scenes Of me skinning teens who are wearing skinny jeans I'll sort out these trendy arse dickheads I've still got plenty of harsh tricks left Breaking into your home and slapping your mum's chops Then I came to your school and spat in your lunch box I like the thought of being tied up in chains Getting slapped, hit and whipped playing the violentest games I like the thought of flying a plane Crashing it on purpose and dying in pain I'm f**ed in the head, I am insane With my head in a f**ing microwave, frying my brain [Chorus] This the mix [x8] He is the mix I am the mix This is mix [x2]