[Intro: Spek One]
Jerry The Clown Productions
Yo, if at first you don't succeed burn the entire establishment to the ground. That always works for me at least
[Verse 1: Spek One]
Bodies dropping all around, mortuary on the ground
When a body drops and yo, it kinda makes a funny sound
I make 'em fall, there's blood up on the wall
I choose 'em all at random, doesn't matter big or small
I'll have you running down the hall like Halloween, I'm Michael Myers
Pulling out your teeth with a rusty pair of pliers
I will set your house on fire, watch it burn when you're inside
There's no need for Jekyll, only live as Mister Hyde
Dump your body by the rivеrside, that's how we do it
Then I hit thе studio to put this murder in my music
Getting blood up on the mic but don't call this shit abuse
I'm only simply here because it's therapeutic use
And now I use it every day to help me get away from stress
The only fucking thing is yo it makes a bloody mess
I came to infect, murder and destroy
Now sit the fuck still while I'm making my noise
[Chorus: Spek One]
Everywhere I step, the blood is always on me
My dry cleaner's pissed because of all the dirty laundry
A true psychopath showing no signs of stopping
Now bob your fucking head to the sounds of bodies dropping (Sounds of bodies dropping)
Everywhere I step, the blood is always on me
My dry cleaner's pissed because of all the dirty laundry
A true psychopath showing no signs of stopping
Now bob your fucking head to the sounds of bodies dropping (Sounds of bodies dropping)
[Verse 2: Spek One]
The sound a body makes when it be hitting the pavement
I'm makin' a statement, I'm not to be played with
Collecting my payment, I take it out of your ass
You thought the season had passed but yo I'm bringing it back
You see me rocking a mask because I'm ready for war
But yo this war is more important than it was ever before
So don't ignore it, take the time to look it right in the eye
You're looking up to the sky but that ain't telling you why
I got a different type of style, yo I'm calling it dead shit
If you're talking shit to me then I'll be taking your head quick
Put you in a basket, I'll put you in the bag
I'll put you in the ground for the evil lights to have
Yo I'm never getting mad, I'm always rocking a cool head
The body hangs around with me outside of my tool shed
They never want to leave, they always want to hang
They steady cheer me on while I be doing the damn thing
[Chorus: Spek One]
Everywhere I step, the blood is always on me
My dry cleaner's pissed because of all the dirty laundry
A true psychopath showing no signs of stopping
Now bob your fucking head to the sounds of bodies dropping (Sounds of bodies dropping)
Everywhere I step, the blood is always on me
My dry cleaner's pissed because of all the dirty laundry
A true psychopath showing no signs of stopping
Now bob your fucking head to the sounds of bodies dropping (Sounds of bodies dropping)
[Verse 3: SCUM]
I might as well be butt-ass naked when I'm walking out the door
Can't keep it clean or even fake it knowing I'll soon be soaked in gore
The dirty whore, I mean your mother loving the sight of the wang I slang
Let it hang just like your brother will on a hook with a rusty chain
Bang, bang splat everything that's light as a polka dot
Stained brains on my baseball bat, it's not a lot
You dumbass, stupid, unintelligent type of fucks
Are worthless to me, then I shit on a couple bucks
And all you cucks can watch someone you love receive the D
When your love in need of saving beat to death and left to bleed
Intestines wrapped around my tongue, unhinged, about to hit the road
Drag behind that gutted hoe, hoping I find time to reload
Skrrt! Motherfuck rap, don't you blame my flows
For the ones that love repulsive shit that's how it goes
For dismemberment addiction, friction didn't cause
Bleed for this like crucifixion, that's the path we chose
[Chorus: Spek One]
Everywhere I step, the blood is always on me
My dry cleaner's pissed because of all the dirty laundry
A true psychopath showing no signs of stopping
Now bob your fucking head to the sounds of bodies dropping (Sounds of bodies dropping)
Everywhere I step, the blood is always on me
My dry cleaner's pissed because of all the dirty laundry
A true psychopath showing no signs of stopping
Now bob your fucking head to the sounds of bodies dropping (Sounds of bodies dropping)
