(Cruger) This ain't a track its a hearing test But before I shout let me rip my organs out To clear my chest (AHHH) I wear turtle neck tops to hide the scars From where I tried to cut my head off And while your balls sweat standing there I've broken more legs then fat brairs Have on plastic chairs In the loony bin I chat rubbish Type of c*nt who supports Bush Just cause everyone who raps doesn't Make snap judgements, treat kids as puppets Find their a** and stick my hand up it Befriend retards and make them smoke crack I don't grap but I will leave you with a toe tag Peeps wanna hear our new lines so bad When we cipher on our mobiles We get our phone tapped Your no match, close but no cigar I'm throwing darts at your face And it ain't a photograph [HOOK] This ain't a track it's straight up rap Idiotic, sadistic, psychotic, horrific Morbid, raw sh**, face the facts This ain't a track it's straight up rap Take that back This ain't a track it's straight up rap Idiotic, sadistic, psychotic, horrific Morbid, raw sh**, face the facts This ain't a track this ain't a track This ain't a track (Measle) It's a eulogy for lost souls from my shooting spree Only reason I spit, is to disrespect producers beats And break the fundamental rules To categorize me as d**h rap Cause that's all I ever do Accept the truth I'm a strange stranger Bury you alive just to show the meaning of grave danger An insaniac undergoing treatment Do what the voices in my head say to control my demons Preparing for human poacher season Sharpening my knife ready for beheading your lower region Which is why the only gems that you drop Will be yours when I get you and chop your testicles off Broke as f** all our money goes on d** Self destructive no helping us with blowing up The illest and were over obsessive Each bar so over the top Your ain't ever going to get it [HOOK] This ain't a track it's straight up rap Idiotic, sadistic, psychotic, horrific Morbid, raw sh**, face the facts This ain't a track it's straight up rap Take that back This ain't a track it's straight up rap Idiotic, sadistic, psychotic, horrific Morbid, raw sh**, face the facts This ain't a track this ain't a track This ain't a track (Cruger) This ain't a track its white noise Mentally ill I watch shock therapy films by choice Superstitious to horror movie villains Using used syringes as Freddy Kreuger fingers Dragging her corpse trying to hitch hike Asking the driver if there's room for one more inside Break things when high or sniffing the solvents From the same tub of glue I used to fix what I've broken I like to pop shrooms, this may shock you But im wearing odd socks underneath these odd shoes Rock the same clothes everyday cause I want to And go by the excuse "It's my superhero costume" But it's not true, after I cremate your corpses I mix them in lines like c**aine and snort it I got a lifetime supple of rhymes I could be spitting bars I wrote now when I'm 99 [HOOK] This ain't a track it's straight up rap Idiotic, sadistic, psychotic, horrific Morbid, raw sh**, face the facts This ain't a track it's straight up rap Take that back This ain't a track it's straight up rap Idiotic, sadistic, psychotic, horrific Morbid, raw sh**, face the facts This ain't a track this ain't a track This ain't a track