Not every song Weerd Science has done is on an album. In fact, there is a sizable collection of great demos that have been released over the years. Some of the demos are alternate, earlier takes of stuff from Friends and Nervous Breakdowns, but most of them are “unreleased” songs. Here, you’ll find lyrics to them.

The songs:

Weekend At Dirty’s (2011)

“I Wish I Went to College” (2009)

From the Grave (internet EP)

1. Blood is Funner than Water (Diaboliq Universe remix)
2. Blood is Funner than Water
3. If You Think You Know…
4. It’s Only A Matter of Time
5. Rage

Other demos

• Business
• Side to Side
• Try Anything
• Heaven Burns
• I Am This City
• Isolated (feat. Majestic)
• Isolated (feat. Danny Ilchuck)
• Suck My Dick
• God Bless Pepsi (Delicious remix)

Featuring Weerd Science

• Bobby Delicious – Man and His Mic (ft. Weerd Science)
• Bobby Delicious – Evil Evil (ft. Weerd Science)
• Mazeman – Bedroom Emcees (ft. Weerd Science)
• Mazeman – Tech Echos (ft. Weerd Science, Session 606 & Wavis)
• Fury – Computer Chips (ft. Weerd Science & Mattrix)
• Mazeman – Stank You (ft. Weerd Science)
• MC Lars – How To Be An Indie Rapper (ft. Weerd Science)
• The City Never Sleeps – All The Effort (ft. Weerd Science & MIRK)
• Big Chocolate – Sound of My Voice (ft. Weerd Science)
• MC Lars – Twenty-Three (2011 Remix ft. Weerd Science)
• MC Lars – Industry 1-8-7 (ft. Weerd Science)

“I Wish I Went to College”

College?
I’m a retard! I’m a retard!

Check it out,
That party last night was awfully crazy, I wish I’d made it.
But I wasn’t invited ’cause I can’t afford my tuition payment.
Drink my drink and smoke my weed
My best friends are just like me
Pass out at 3, wake up at 10
Get fired from a job and wish I was dead
I shoulda went to college, man I been drinkin’
To escape the sinkin’ feelin’ that Ima end up dead or drug dealin’
I wish I went to college

I wish I could go back and get a higher education
But I can’t get back the brain cells I been erasin’
Dead man walkin’, strollin’ the green mile,
Though I’m still in my twenties I swear I’m senile
I’m so forgetful, uh… what’s the next line?
And I musta forgot my brain ’cause they say I lost my mind
When I run makin’ a b-line like I stepped in a bee hive
And school left my behind, steadily tryin’ to rewind
And try to go to college, hangin’ out with scholars
I stay rough around the edges, I am so unpolished
And if men are from Mars and women are from Venus
And they throw us all in college to meet and spread diseases
I mean this, I’ve seen this on different (scene lists)
After a few shots college pussies need penis
They deem this not ready for the dean’s list
So, if you’re not in school, follow me, repeat this, like

That party last night was awfully crazy, I wish I’d made it.
But I wasn’t invited ’cause I can’t afford my tuition payment.
Drink my drink and smoke my weed
My best friends are just like me
Pass out at 3, wake up at 10
Get fired from a job and wish I was dead
I shoulda went to college, man I been drinkin’
To escape the sinkin’ feeling that Ima end up dead or drug dealin’
I wish I went to college

For every dorm room hustler with his parent’s credit cards
That tells everyone he’s real like his favorite rap stars
Who claims his hustle is so hard,
And on thirsty Thursdays buys rounds for the bar
Always trying to impress the ladies
Keg stands, crushed cans, acting totally crazy
Or the guys in the argyle sweaters
Whose dad bought ’em a Benz so any girl he can get her but
If she said, “No,” to him she said, “Yes”
Between date-rapes and chest bumps he’s never been rejected
“I don’t know what that girl said, but if you ask me
It’s her fault for passin’ out in my bed,”
Oh boy, douche bag, this is college ed
And at home is where girls leave their boyfriends
Well time’s not wasted if you’re gettin’ wasted
But fuck it, who cares if mommy and daddy pay it

That party last night was awfully crazy, I wish I’d made it.
But I wasn’t invited ’cause I can’t afford my tuition payment.
Drink my drink and smoke my weed
And my best friends are just like me
Pass out at 3, wake up at 10
Get fired from a job and wish I was dead
I shoulda went to college, man I been drinkin’
To escape the sinkin’ feeling that Ima end up dead or drug dealin’
I wish I went to college

My grandmother said to go to college was worthwhile
Get a good job and not fall asleep in the bread aisle
If I went to college and my parents aren’t loaded
Student loans pile up while I hang out and get loaded
If I want my own higher learning experience
I’ll slip myself a rufinol in my rum and puke and fall down
Oops, got drunk and passed out face up
And at the last second tried to get the vomit out my mouth
See, we’re not that different, just you got a degree
And guess what? I didn’t.

In the end we’re not that different,
Just you got a degree and I… didn’t.

1. Blood is Funner than Water

*Are you really a killer?*

I fortify my format, memorize more raps,
Wipe the smile off a rapper’s face, call me doormat.
Born at the mercy of the world
I coulda sworn that nothin’ is ever free
You get only what you believe
And if whatcha see is whatcha get
You best bet you would wanna leave
If you was me you wouldn’t wanna be
Here any longer than you had to be
They laugh at me *Fuck them!*
No problem, happily.
Line up some microphones so I can rock ’em savegely
It don’t matter to me where
My stratedy is anytime, anyplace
Any who laugh, the Rhyme Slayer has come
Bearin’ his sword, ready to decapitate any
Rappers that come across me.
Of course it’s me, W-E-E-R-D S-C-I-E-N-C-E,
A real emcee.
Talkin’ ’bout reasons I got plenty:
First of all, damn, nobody respects me.
Excuses, none, the fuse has done
Been lit fire to the wick ’bout to blow this shit!
Motherfucker act like you know this shit!
Ya’ god damn right I’m a cracka from the sticks
Now,

All I ever hear about is how you make ya gat bust
Half of you thug rappers ain’t even really strapped, what!
All you ever let is see us all the chips you stack up
The movie’s over, son, your rhymes are wrapped up and cut!
All I ever hear about is how you make ya gat bust
All I hear about is how you make ya gat bust, what?
All you ever let us see is all the chips you stack up

But you don’t really know shit when it all boils down to it
How much dick did you suck to get a couple steps up
The ladder of pigs?
Things get so fucked up when small timers think they big.
Your own grave you dig.
Breakin’ out the shovel I try to remain humble
I stumble through the rubble
And though the puddle is deeper
It’s more like a river, so subtle my secret
I begged you to keep it.
I need you to feel it, but you don’t have to see it.
I want you to hear it, count your blessings
That you don’t have to be it.
Serpent in the rainbow
Science in this microphone,
Dust on my halo.
My rhymes are comin’ whether you like it or not.
My shit is like a retard locked in the basement and my parents forgot
To feed me for three days and finally nothin’ has come
And these are my pains and

All I ever hear about is how you make ya gat bust
Half of you thug rappers ain’t even really strapped, what!
All you ever let is see us all the chips you stack up
The movie’s over, son, your rhymes are wrapped up and cut!
All I ever hear about is how you make ya gat bust
All I hear about is how you make ya gat bust, what?
All you ever let us see is all the chips you stack up

But the ground is sour like Pascal said
When he came to see the doctor after he was dead
Shaped my young mind rhymin’
White-bred, get back in line like Simon Says.
Off with ya head like ya name was Pez!
I give a fuck about your record label or your street cred.
Oh, I’ma eat lead? Attack and an uzi?
Thinkin’ you the shit only ’cause you spit poopy.
Oopsie, I shouldn’t speak so loosely
Inside of my looseleafs and invite to shoot me
So listen, stop beatin’ around bush
American flag burn like hippies and Purple Kush
So quit bustin’ and pushin’ me, mushin’ me into a hole
I’m sick of movin’ and breakin’ out of your mold
Your control can’t hold me
Overload your files and erase your database
‘Cause nobody owns me
You like my shit man, love you got to show me
Write me a check or a shout you can throw me
*Hey homie!* Phony! Don’t act like you know me!
*But wait!* Bullshit, turn around and walk slowly.

All I ever hear about is how you make ya gat bust
Half of you thug rappers ain’t even really strapped, what!
All you ever let is see us all the chips you stack up
The movie’s over, son, your rhymes are wrapped up and cut!
All I ever hear about is how you make ya gat bust
All I hear about is how you make ya gat bust, what?
All you ever let us see is all the chips you stack up
The movie’s over, son, your rhymes are wrapped up and cut!

*Are you really a killer?*

2. If You Think You Know…

I been told I was a joke my whole life
Lower class, white trash low life
When I look toward the future I don’t see no wife,
No house, no kids, no job, no car, no love, no fun
In other words, no one
So how come I still feel the need to overcome?
But I don’t run. I won’t ’cause I can’t
I know ’em, I hear they laughin’
The peasants did the time graph
Sonic blast, then I cut your verse in half
And there’s so many things that I can’t look past
Revealin’ myself, removin’ my mask
And the task at hand is that of a man’s last stand
God damn, I detonate a bomb in your tightest jam
Son of Sam reborn comin’ back to do it again
And lend a hand to these madmen that pretend
To be down but change never allow

How many times did you wanna say somethin’ but you couldn’t?
So many times I followed they guidelines and
And how many times did you wanna get outta here but you wouldn’t?
I wanna leave though nobody believes it
And how many times did you wanna take it and cock it
And put it in your mouth and pull it and end it, stop it, it’s the only way
I’m not lyin’ welcome to my everyday
A fuckin’ bloody mess

If you think you know, you don’t
To Jesus with love
The cracka ass rapper retard gets his revenge
June 5th is comin’ back again
If you think you know, you don’t
To Jesus with love
The cracka ass rapper retard gets his revenge
October 3rd is comin’ ’round again

Suburbia, I’ll murder ya
Turn you into a nerdier version of yourself
I dreamt of wealth and it’d be nice to be well off
And to get the hell off of this planet
Jam it in the face of the government until they brand it
Unsanitary, dirty and scary
More gory than Fangoria Horror Story
Can he really be the one to come and change the mundane
Back to what once was untamed and free
And unformed, battered and uncontrolled
By these corporations indication my fuckin’ soul
And wastin’ my energy let it be somethin’
Get the best of me, never hesitantly
I get you amped like amphetamines
Ten gallons of kenamine
Your leader’s in the TV, though we’re beyond these years
The atrocity that’s my prophecy
What will become and what will be

How many times did you wanna say somethin’ but you couldn’t?
So many times I followed they guidelines and
And how many times did you wanna get outta here but you wouldn’t?
I wanna leave though nobody believes it
And how many times did you wanna take it and cock it
And put it in your mouth and pull it and end it, stop it, it’s the only way
I’m not lyin’ welcome to my everyday
A fuckin’ bloody mess

From this day on my heart follows itself, deterred by no one.

If you think you know, you don’t
To Jesus with love
The cracka ass rapper retard gets his revenge

November 10th is comin’ ’round again
October 3rd is comin’ ’round again
December 6th is comin’ ’round again
September 1st is comin’ ’round again
December 6th is comin’ ’round again
Is comin’ ’round again

3. It’s Only a Matter of Time

You rappers are fucking corny
You’re morbidly boring
Dawn of the Dead, from my ears blood is pouring
With that said let it be known the revolt is dawning
I’m forwarding the message, this is my calling.

This is a message sent to the listener:
The year is 2055,
Weerd Science has just died.
This is a timeline of the events
That will most likely take place in your life:
2004, things begin to change.
That is all I am able to tell you at this point,
For any more information will disrupt
The equilibrium of this wonderful nation
So be patient.
My reason for contacting you:
Show respect, it’s very due.

Now let me get my point across, not all rap is corny.
Some of these underground MCs, they don’t call me.
But shortly thereafter I have to make the switch
From Science to Stanley the rapper, my hands become fists
My problem lies in the mainstream, you’re killin’ it
You thought that you invented it, that you was the king of it
But you really bringin’ it down
To whatever that’s beneath the earth’s surface
Word is my birth purpose and haunted a place
Ain’t got normal cells in the cervix
I spray carnage from my larynx
So far, you see

It’s only a matter of time
Time’s of the essence, time is man made
It is only a matter of time
It is a random and dangerous world
It is only a matter of time
Time’s of the essence, time is man made
It is only a matter of time
It is a random and dangerous world

Time is of the essence and lessons get taught
Every rapper that gets bought I become more distraught
And I caught this disease and the fire breathes in
And I fought for what I believed in
Peak into my heart and see why I’m leavin’
Look into my lungs and, yes, I’m still breathing
I’m barely alive, my brain patterns are scattered at best
Yet my chest still rises with every breath
I bet you won’t even listen
I’m talkin’ in it again
Every song that I hear is just testing my aim
Onward he cometh, riseth he came
And he comes in a new form, stands out of the norm
Born into a world that only knows how to conform
Perform these raps, pray for the collapse of a giant
Rebel commander, Weerd Science
This is why it’s so vital to break the cycle
I’m the mass maniac, my name’s not Michael
Or Jason or Freddy, Rawhead or Pinhead
I won’t stop until all wack rappers are dead
The whole crop in one fell swoop
I come down from above to your Lexus Coup
Your jewelry is tomfoolery
Soon you’ll recognize me as an MC

It’s only a matter of time
Time’s of the essence, time is man made
It is only a matter of time
It is a random and dangerous world
It is only a matter of time
Time’s of the essence, time is man made
It is only a matter of time
It is a random and dangerous world

Students and soldiers, I told ya’s
It’s only a matter of minutes before I finish getting older
The fire grows colder, and I’m disgusted
Like little dead girls in Boulder I can not be molded, folded or pressed.
The beginning stage of this war is just a catalyst
And I’m restless, my shitlist grows longer
Breath shorter, my heart pounds as I border the oustide of this ring
Charter my craft but I can’t look past these things
I dwell on them. Kids are fed shit
Radio sucks kids, fuck it.
I hope that they kill me, I’ll die for this cause.
The revolution’s real to me.
Nobody’s feelin’ me.
But I won’t stop, no label’s’ll put me on.
But I still try to top every wack rapper.
Tear of his lips so he’s no longer a factor.
Don’t you get it yet?
Don’t you fucking get it yet?

It’s only a matter of time
Time’s of the essence, time is man made
It is only a matter of time
It is a random and dangerous world

4. Rage

First of all, you rap about money, you’re fuckin’ corny
Chris, turn the beat up

No rapper can get me, so come and get me
What a pity, you thought you was biggie
But you really just itty-bitty mini
Across the city you rappers are frozen timidly no nippy
I wear you out like erosion for posin’
And then I, and I hope that when you play this in the club
Bitches cover they motherfuckin’ ears and run
And fellas trample for the door when they hear my verse
‘Cause I disperse words at a pace that fuckin’ hurts
I’m not blowin’ up, I’m showin’ up every rapper
Guns you throw up, that’s no clapper
I disarm ’em, I want ’em to get mad
I power and produce ’til I can’t fuckin’ stand
Fuck that, I won’t look back
You might beat me once but then I come right back
This time with an axe and a blade in a blind rage
To wage a war that’s been on since the ninth grade
That’s when I wrote my first rhyme
These are mind crimes and line by line
You can understand why I do the things I do
And the man that I am
I sit home alone, I got no friends
So, pretty much it’s just this and nothin’
I ain’t frontin’ workin’ nine-to-five
Heh, what are you buggin’?
Skeptics, best to get your best licks in
‘Cause you’ll be hard pressed to find rappers like this again

Rage, rage rage rage
We walk amongst one another

I know I shouldn’t let it get to me
But it gets to me and suddenly I can’t let it be
Hypocrisy, no label’s jockin’ me
Nobody likes me, especially when I’m droppin’ these
To make a motherfuckin knock-me rapper freeze
But he’s already frozen, stop me please
When I get the chance I’ma fuckin’ rip you in half
I blast right through your street team and shit on your fans
Your hand’s shakin’, you’re pissin’ your pants
I can’t take you serious or look at you for more than a glance
My record’ll never drop, it’s not comin’ out
The only way you get Science is word of mouth
So word ’em up, my CDs you can burn ’em up
Pass ’em out to your buddies, come on, turn it up
No seriously, turn it up
You fuckin’ rappers ain’t hot, you ain’t burnin’ up
You blowin’ up, I tell you that I know this much
You gon’ fall when you hear your call, stolen ya bluff
I done had enough and I can’t say it enough
Kids eat what they’re force-fed, so I’m forcin’ it up
Pukin’ on your masters, Stanley the rapper
Shittin’ on your record label and pissin’ on AFTRA
Feel more angst in my blood as it stews in
It’s you and the part that you play
It makes me

Rage, rage rage rage
We walk amongst one another

My mindset is carved in stone, I’m as good as done
My mother says I’m just carryin’ on, give up
And get a job; in other words I never get on
But I never let on that inside of my head’s a mirror when all
Manipulatin’ my strings, makin’ me do things
That I’da never done, I never wanted to hurt anyone
See the moment is upon us
No matter who run up on us
We run it right back at ’em
We attack ’em with the cyber fiber optic
Chronic atomic psychotic chronic-enduced spasms
Yeah I have ’em
Stan’ll show you pain that you can’t even imagine or fathom
When I grab him out the booth and I tell him the truth
There’s no record so we come with no couth
Fuckin’ A, the rage grows every day
Fuckin’ A, the rage grows every day
Fuckin’ A, the rage grows every day

Rage, rage rage rage
We walk amongst one another

Oh god, fuck. Yeah. Stanley. Weerd Science. Zig Zag.
Whoa, holy shit, oh my fuckin’ God.
Listen to me in here. I sound like a fuckin’ moron.

5. Business

When day turn to night and the sun sets
Flight of the instigator, trouble is what one gets
If they come around me with that bullshit
I bloodlet a verse ’til it stains your nerves
And battles your world with words
My hair stands on end and my lip curls
Sweat trickles down, hurl words from my container
If I had a heart, it’d pound, a no brainer
I need a strain of the skin through the watered down
You’re fuckin-a right I’m a hater
And action is always greater
When it’s done sooner than later
I rate a commercial song on a scale from zero to none
‘Cause none of these motherfuckers got even half of the skills that I brung
That I brought to the table, you ought not be able
To tell the difference between fact and fable
I get all amped up, you can say I’m unstable
Wack records get spun on the radio like dradles

Ya’ll should know it’s why I do it
Drop these rhymes make my own blueprint
Look at ya’ll so happy, smilin’
I’ll stick my mothafuckin’ mic right through it
If I shut up, I might lose it
Laugh all you want, I still do it
Don’t invite me to your party
I’ll just show up and I’ll ruin it

Hidden agenda tend to make you bend
In awkward positions insistin’ they your friends
But listen, good citizens, from the fist they put in
I put my own dick in my ass. Better me than them!
Call you on a technicality, your formality’s
Better suited for someone who’s stupid
You could pay me hourly
Punch my time card, work force, die hard
Anger escalate, angle my sword
Oh lord, I’m gettin’ bored
And every time my mind’s not occupied
It tries to break out of my skull and get outside
And I’d just like to let you know
That I let no MC beat me so let’s go
Round one, the planet that I came down from, how come
It’s so easy to stick your bones in the closet that you came out from?
Sound off motherfuckers (motherfuckers)

Ya’ll should know it’s why I do it
Drop these rhymes make my own blueprint
Look at ya’ll so happy, smilin’
I’ll stick my mothafuckin’ mic right through it
If I shut up, I might lose it
Laugh all you want, I still do it
Don’t invite me to your party
I’ll just show up and I’ll ruin it

Hold up a second, I reckon I wreck any mic
And I’m bettin’ an infection that festers and blisters
And bust all over your fuckin’ body is something you wouldn’t like
Gimme that one chance, if I’m comin’ I’m comin’ tonight
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for a damn good fight
Me versus the upper-class (Jesus Christ!) not quite
You spit lead, catch it in my mouth like Pinhead
Oh you wanna kill me but I’m already dead!

Ya’ll should know it’s why I do it
Drop these rhymes make my own blueprint
Look at ya’ll so happy, smilin’
I’ll stick my mothafuckin’ mic right through it
If I shut up, I might lose it
Laugh all you want, I still do it
Don’t invite me to your party
I’ll just show up and I’ll ruin it

6. Side to Side

Forward, forward, the sun I look towards
These borders and orders in all four corners of my storage
That’s my brain, just one of many organs
The thing about life and lessons that I’m owed
Ambitions that we accomplish and those that we never see happen
We actin’ like things are great
Air gaspin’ for see their agenda’s so different than mine
Might remember to forget if I have the time
If I had a minute to predict what the inevitable outcome is
It can’t be that hard to tell, I could put my finger on it
And tell you how it sits in me, not well
But for all the inner demons that I have expelled so many
There’s plenty of reasons for God to come and get me
I’ve actually just let me rot in an empty box
That’s locked from the outside with no holes and gettin’ hot

*chorus — sorry, i really can’t tell what he sings here*

I try to follow a straight line
Hopefully it leads to somewhere better than this
Success? Yeah right, me with a deal like blade to wrist
Feel so close every night
Can’t get up the nerve to cut and twist with the sharp end of the knife
Everyone around me reminds me of the sharp trick
Reminds me of somebody I met last night
Reminds me of somethin’ that I said last night
So if you feel the same, kinda stuck where you at
But got more to gain than just rap
This is not just a rhyme, at least not to me
Honestly, it’s the close things that are hard to see
‘Cause when you far away you might miss ’em
And that would be better for me ’cause
My head and my heart get way ahead of me

(Breathe!)
You mean let it out?
I can’t, I got some shit I need to figure out, but…
(Breathe!)
I am! Listen to my chest
The air enters my lungs, it works little at best.
If I wasn’t breathing by now you would know.
If I wasn’t breathing by now you would know.

*chorus*

I always made myself believe I made some good decisions
Kinda smart but very far from wisdom
Of course I’ve made some bad ones
But never resorted to hand guns,
Sprayin’ people at random like gangsta rap anthems
As a young man my parents banned ’em from the household
Which only increased my love for the shit like tenfold
This was my punk rock dad, just like you had
Your punk rock and your dad told you to stop
Now you know I gotta ask it
Am I lyin’ in my bed, or am I lyin’ in my casket?
Stretch my self so thin you’d think my name was elastic
Drastic measures fall for ass kick measures
And all these words on paper when the love be letter
All these people in my circle but can’t find the center
Does life get any better than this?
Am I truly the walkin’ dead, ’cause in the deadzone the living don’t exist
And tell me to breathe and that they understand
But everytime I speak then they interruptin’
God forbid that I smile for a minute
God forbid that I smile for a minute

*chorus*

7.  Try Anything

If you ever for a second think I’m joking
Think again, I ain’t never been more broke up
I’m severed, left my hand out in the desert
I’m desperate. Rather cut my own hand off
Forever. I’m the only one who’s feelin’ me
I feel sad but now it’s ’bout time to leave
And I’m a pain as it’s plain to see
It’s in my letter if you ever really cared to read
But don’t repeat it. For those who is close to me
They don’t need it, just say I died painlessly.
I felt nothin’ but the warm lights weren’t hell for me
So say a prayer for my soul to keep
And the spasms wrack my body and my neck twists
Snaps the vertebrae in my spine and my bones
Quit feelin’ sorry for me, don’t bother
I been raised for this journey, I’m escaping all the horrors
And the hangman’s noose is a tight fit
Vertical slits to the wrist, make a night of it
And the bullet to the mouth better be jacketed
To take out the front and the back of my head
I’m abusive to my body and it’s useless
Ingesting toxic opiated hallucinogenic types of fluid
Vices ignited got hold of me like a vice grip
Monkey on my backs eat my brain with an ice pick

Maybe my life ain’t cut out for me
While others prosper I live in misery
While others make dollars I live modestly
All my loves won’t bother me
Why is my life such a fight for me?
Just to get high, feel alright, you see.
Just to pay bills seems out of reach

I bleed the blood of a simple man
My mother and father they wonder
Why I hate the skin that I’m livin’ in
Sick of not fittin’ in, the shit I’m sittin’ in
Sick of every slut that I been stickin’ my dick in
Nobody’s listenin’
They don’t understand that blood is what
Every one of my fuckin’ rhymes is written in
Don’t wanna be Eminem
Just wanna get some shit out of my fuckin’ head because
Lately it’s stickin’ in
I punch the shit out of a door that needs kicking in
How come every one of my favorite songs isn’t in
Heavy rotation? Grandma I’m not wastin’ my life I promise
While I’m bored I write
I bite down so hard, my mouth’s a bloody mess
Liquid and flesh rest now die later
Made a hole in my skin for the whole town to look in
Suburbia, I’ll murder ya, pressure pot cookin’
Misunderstood understated and under-rated, underestimated
I’ve waited my whole life and
Now it comes down to my wrist and this knife
It’s not exactly what I had envisioned in life
But I’ll take it. For god’s sake I’m stuck in this place
These people I hate it
Confessions of a piece of white trash that never made it
(Confessions of a piece of white trash that never made it)

Maybe my life ain’t cut out for me
While others prosper I live in misery
While others make dollars I live modestly
All my loves won’t bother me
Why is my life such a fight for me?
Just to get high, feel alright, you see.
Just to pay bills seems out of reach

Maybe my life ain’t cut out for me
While others prosper I live in misery
While others make dollars I live modestly
All my loves won’t bother me
Why is my life such a fight for me?
Just to get high, feel alright, you see.
Just to pay bills seems out of reach

American dream, forget the whole thing.
The house, the car, the whole damn everything.
American dream, the whole damn thing
The sitcom ain’t real, you get nothing

8.  Heaven Burns

I am not a disciple, apprentice to no one
American, faceless, warrior, shogun
Blow one, hot shit? Yep I think I wrote some.
I spit it so hard I crack my ribs–they all broken
You’re not ready, the beat is Jason, I’m Freddie
We tag team and combination like Maiden and Eddie
Wastin’ ya’ enemies energy no remedy for ya’ sicknesses
If this is the pinnacle I protect my heart like GOP protects businesses
The big ones that is
You get only the cynical, psychotic original kids
The physical of loss
The only feedback I’ve ever gotten was rotten
Thrown away and forgotten
Stoppin’ for nothin’, hit me, instant lyrics I’m droppin’
Somethin’s gotta get with all this microphone rockin’
I’m sick, but not just sick and tired of this, I’m crazy
Like heavy metal effected kids in the ’80’s
I’m twisted and unravelled, every time my bones rattle
I fall off the wagon but get right back on the saddle
I strattle a thick drum like chicks love dicks and cum
Only question left is which hole to stick it in, um
Don’t know, not sure, not a laughing matter
I splatter my brain matter just like in that movie Scanners
I write to advice and invite you to my life
To come and bring me back home, to Hell where I belong

There’s a war goin’ on right now
Feel it in the back of my throat,
Like coke it drips down
I’ve found that the more I live now
I’ll never stand up, I’m destined to sit down
Sit down, everybody gather ’round the campfire
As I spin tales Heaven burns down

Let it burn down
Let it burn down (Heaven burns down)

The only reason God still keeps me alive?
‘Cause he doesn’t wanna deal with me after I die
I try but get nowhere, white trash oh yeah
Complex emotions just turned into ‘I don’t care’
If I write it down then it’s written in stone
My world surrounds me like flesh surrounds to bone
Microphone is my only escape
When Hell’s fires burn hot I leave the ashes in my wake
Inside my mind none of you motherfuckers are safe
Outside my mind none of you motherfuckers are safe
So last I heard Jesus had last risen in Waco, Texas
Let this be a lesson if you rep this
I should let you know, I’m not anti-Lord
But I’m anti-Manlow like Han and Lando
There’s love and hate intertwined
Stan’s so hunched over my back it’s killin’ me
Nothin’ compared to the pain in my eyes
Let’s go, presto change-o
Hit the warpspeed, why they act like they know
But they don’t so you can keep talkin’ to the high class
I’ll forever talk to the low

There’s a war goin’ on right now
Feel it in the back of my throat,
Like coke it drips down
I’ve found that the more I live now
I’ll never stand up, I’m destined to sit down
Sit down, everybody gather ’round the campfire
As I spin tales Heaven burns down

Let it burn down
Let it burn down (Heaven burns down)

Fear is not a factor in my next chapter
Laughter comes from the mouth of the master
The new disaster pulled in by a tractor beam
High beam tightenin’ your hole regime
Allow me to be Frank like Zappa
Seems I might havta make dwindlin’ record sales
Tip the scales in my favor
I wager a new fight and scar up your outer layer
All you traitors and imitators
For now and later hear the warning
The vindicator has woken, the dawning is spawning
I let ’em cycle through your television
And other methods of multimedia
Why you eat it if they feed it to you,
Careed it to you and put it in front of your face
You still love the taste
You’re all the same model and make
This year Crystal Lake’s gates flood open
Into the ocean of fakes
Saw my life flash before my eyes, gave it little chase
‘Cause I don’t wanna catch up, I’d rather just die in this place
I’d rather get high and live with my mom
But I can’t replace or curb this motive
That turns me into this asshole
That’s after the chance I think I deserve, I’m an asshole
People under the stands we get down like manholes
I go to bed at 15 Elm Street
The government hates me like my name’s Liona Helmsley
A piece of shit, at least that’s what my teachers’d tell me
Back at school when I knew everything
There’s nothin’ you could tell me, dummy
Nobody’s here to answer your silly questions
Then why the fuck would I wanna follow they stupid lessons?
I turned to you when no one heard and I had no direction
You’re my notebook, my pen, but most importantly my exit

There’s a war goin’ on right now
Feel it in the back of my throat,
Like coke it drips down
I’ve found that the more I live now
I’ll never stand up, I’m destined to sit down
Sit down, everybody gather ’round the campfire
Spittin’ tales Heaven burns down

Follow along, motherfucker

Let it burn down
Let it burn down (Heaven burns down)

9. I Am This City

Society is a composite personality
A magnification of all the woes in the devil individual human beings.

You don’t wanna come here?
I wouldn’t blame you.
I wouldn’t come to my city if they payed you.
Stare at you, laugh at you, pretty much make you go crazy.
They don’t even know you but they hate you.
Third person is the only way to explain,
Make my words perfect so you can understand my pain.
This is so very real, never overkill,
Never underestimate the understatement that I deal
‘Cause that could only begin to describe the way I feel
And trapped inside these boundaries I try and break the seal
But I found these rappers slippin’ like banana peels
Kids like me few and far between like bums in high bills
Where I’m from there’s no such thing as record deals
Where I live the cut is deep but it never heals
Now I know I’ll never be able to leave here
‘Cause I am this city

I am this city
It flows through my veins, reminded every day that
I am this city
You’re not supposed to make hip hop from 90 miles away
I am this city
How could I deny that I got a pile of shit and I’m lyin’ in it
And I could never try to hide it
I am this city

Nothin’ is real like reels on a movie screen projector
Your light hits me I shine back like reflectors
Brightly. Nobody’s like me,
I never took hip hop lightly
Might be the reason I’m so unsightly
Man I’m ugly as fuck, there’s no way to put it nicely
How come all these rappers all so icy cold melted
Record dropped you got but nobody felt it
The art form still keeps my heart warm
Prepare to get dealt with
Arms torn off so you can’t hold a mic or rock a Rolex
Toast Moët, will you get fed Cris through the hole in your throat
Don’t fo’get I get so pissed, my style I own it
I guess this place truly changed though I’ve known it
My system has advanced now I move to overthrow it

I am this city
It flows through my veins, reminded every day that
I am this city
You’re not supposed to make hip hop from 90 miles away
I am this city
How could I deny that I got a pile of shit and I’m lyin’ in it
And I could never try to hide it
Man, I am this city

I really love it here–God’s above me.
The air is no nice but the ground is so bloody
And these bloodhounds are so blood hungry
Look, the grass is green and it’s always sunny
I’m not tryin’ to be funny but bad things happen to good people around money
Don’t come here, the factory is closed, it’s a bad fiscal year
And Jesus, lord knows, now who is gonna save all the ordinary joes?
And who’s gonna pay for the emperor’s new clothes?
And do away with your image overlay, stripped down
Me leavin’ here like rippin’ my heart out

I am this city
It flows through my veins, reminded every day that
I am this city
You’re not supposed to make hip hop from 90 miles away
I am this city
How could I deny that I got a pile of shit and I’m lyin’ in it?
And I could never try to hide it
I am this city

10. Isolated (feat. Majestic)

Hey there Joshua!
What’s up, Ill?
This sounds like one of those really friendly rap songs!
Yeah, but I don’t feel so super friendly fantastic lately.
How come?
Well, I smoked some weed the other day.
I got so paranoid I had a panic attack right in front of everybody.
That sucks!
I left a porno mag in the bathroom of my house
And my mother found it.
Oops!
Then my dad took it.
Oh shit!

You don’t got a penny to your name and you’re broke as shit.
You keep droppin’ lyrics but nobody notices it.
The curse of my existence, for instance in an instant
You can witness this world’s wickedness
Life is reminiscent of the resonance
I remember when it was nice
My sediments takin’ resonance in my life
I gotta relax, chill out, take a breather
A joint or a beer’d be nice but I don’t got either
A hundred degree fever, I’m in desperate need
Of a bottle of Tylenol to silence all these things
I’m volatile, very frustrated, I’ve been modulated
To fit into a certain box like I was incarcerated
I made it a point to look into my future and guess what?
I’m fucked, ’cause I don’t see myself doin’ much of anything
Short of watchin’ TV. It’s no wonder why my whole family hates me

My life is mine whose fault if it sucks?
I blame myself I hate myself so much.
Families don’t like me, I get no love
I’m all alone I’m so isolated

I’m thirsty, worstly, hungry grimy and dirty
Racially profiled like New Jersey
My life was never purdy ya’ll don’t be deserved
And when it comes to rappin’ I flurry you sturry and then it happens
The only other thing I ever did as half as ill as goin’ to the hospital
And pickin’ up prescription pills
You never see me, you never know me
I hate you like I hate my life, don’t smile and act phoney
So blow me
It’s time for you to pay the piper
I blame anybody but myself for fuckin’ up my life
Through the struggle and strife, a roll of the dice
A simple game of chance I never had and never might
Syke, I got enough bite in this little white exoskeleton
Your opinion’s irrelevant
Keep it to yourself or I’ll be on some violent shit
Rhymin’ it up with Science we be like Gary and Wyatt, bitch

My life is mine whose fault if it sucks?
I blame myself I hate myself so much.
Families don’t like me, I get no love
I’m all alone I’m so isolated

You ever layed awake at night
Wonder what it’d be like to have some dough in your pocket
And not get so uptight
Yeah, that’d be nice
But it’s not reality is it?
Is that a question or an answer?
Are you takin’ it or givin’ it
Man, we’re livin’ it
Lower class trash spittin’ it
Sittin’ atop a shit pile, whistle and smile
And actin’ like things are beautiful
But inside I’m dyin’
Why am I such a little piece of shit
Who drops lyrics on every single that he gets
And never forgets any A&R that he’s met?
Though respect is minimal, no wonder why we’re miserable
Even under your microscope we’re still invisible

My life is mine whose fault if it sucks?
I blame myself I hate myself so much.
Families don’t like me, I get no love
I’m all alone I’m so isolated
(biatch!)

11. Isolated (feat. Danny Ilchuck)

You don’t got a penny to your name and you’re broke as shit.
You keep droppin’ lyrics but nobody notices it.
The curse of my existence, for instance in an instant
You can witness this world’s wickedness
Life is reminiscent of the resonance
I remember when it was nice
My sediments takin’ resonance in my life
I gotta relax, chill out, take a breather
A joint or a beer’d be nice but I don’t got either
A hundred degree fever, I’m in desperate need
Of a bottle of Tylenol to silence all these things
I’m volatile, very frustrated, I’ve been modulated
To fit into a certain box like I was incarcerated
I made it a point to look into my future and guess what?
I’m fucked, ’cause I don’t see myself doin’ much of anything
Short of watchin’ TV. It’s no wonder why my whole family hates me

My life is mine whose fault if it sucks?
I blame myself I hate myself so much.
Families don’t like me, I get no love
I’m all alone I’m so isolated

I’ve been pourin’ blood sweat and tears in my flows
For years and years without gettin’ no dough
And the shit that I got I earned
Illegal or legal, it’s all hard work
And those who give up they don’t get there
And I don’t give a fuck ’cause Ill’s still here
It don’t matter how old or young I get
I was born and will die by this hip hop shit
I’m just like you, another poor me
Cryin’ in my fear, drownin’ my misery
Dreadin’ my hair, escapin’ life’s pitfalls
Charms of the road and hollow points
And I wish I may, and I wish I might
And I hope you hear this before I die
And if I die before this shit breaks
Then use it as a guide of what it takes
Motherfuckers

My life is mine whose fault if it sucks?
I blame myself I hate myself so much.
Families don’t like me, I get no love
I’m all alone I’m so isolated

Maybe I’ll have money
Maybe you won’t
Man, maybe I’ll be rich
Man, maybe you’ll be broke
Maybe I’ll make it
Maybe motherfucker you should take it
But wait!
It ain’t up for discussion or debatin’
It’s a simple fact, good things don’t come for those who wait
The American dream, forget the whole damn thing
You mean the house, the car, the whole damn thing?
You just livin’ at the movies, you get nothing
I can see it now
Me in the kiddie pool, drinkin’ Natty Bo
Pickup trucks all around, white trash
Man forget Gusto, I’m like the mayor of Locash
I’ll never have enough dough

My life is mine whose fault if it sucks?
I blame myself I hate myself so much.
Families don’t like me, I get no love
I’m all alone I’m so isolated

12. Suck My Dick

You can play this in the club, but you won’t find me there
‘Cause every asshole that beat me up in highschool’s there
Bitches get pretty and do they hair
Hopin’ that you’ll bust some dick or better yet a pair
The producer’s thought we had a number-one club hit
‘Til I got behind the mic and said, “Fuck it.”
‘Cause I don’t go to the club and if I ever did
All I’d meet was dirt sluts with sixteen kids
Got a knack for killin’ snatch and packs of blow
That’ll knock you in your ass ’til your anal ring goes (pffbt)
I got no bling and my sneakers are dirty
My shirt is torn and my shower ain’t workin’
A dirtbag. One time this girl ate my ass and wanted a kiss–
I said, “Bitch, I’ll pass.”
Half of you assholes could never surpass
Or even imagine the skills so I’m clearin’ a path.

Suck my dick
Oh dip, dedicated to every slut and every bitch
Motherfuckers better eat my balls
Stupid is as stupid does, if stupid don’t learn it’s stupids fault
Motherfuckers better heed the call
And that’s it–the club ain’t no place for heavy metal kids

You know what happened? (All systems go)
So I approached this girl and asked if she’d like to dance–
She looked like a whore, I thought I’d have a chance
I figured I’d go up and introduce myself
What is that, dick on your breath I smell?
FUCK YOU! Ow, what the fuck is wrong with you, bitch?
Didn’t your mother teach you to be nice to retarded kids?
Didn’t she install some amount of class?
What are you 18, your mom’s 26?
What are you, addicted to dicks and need fixes?
Aborted so many kids your uterus is missin’.
Listen, not to mention your asshole
Has been hit so many times it looks like a manhole.
I’m comin’ from where I live,
When every chick that you meet already got three kids
By three different dads.
The worst part is the pussy’s still up for grabs.

Suck my dick
Oh dip, dedicated to every slut and every bitch
Motherfuckers better eat my balls
Stupid is as stupid does, if stupid don’t learn it’s stupids fault
Motherfuckers better heed the call
And that’s it–the club ain’t no place for heavy metal kids

What? It’s true.
Check it out.
I ain’t up in the club,
I ain’t rollin’ on dubs.
I’m just a country hick
Makin’ sick new shit
For the dirtbag kids–
None of us are stars.
All the trailor parks, all the broke down cars.
I did it, I done it, now it dawned on me,
That I’m sick in the head and it’s all on me.
No it’s not, the doc said nothin’s wrong with me.
I think the world is fucked up, it ain’t me that’s crazy.
But maybe it’s why girls hate me.
Shut up, bitch, spit out another baby.
My shit is amped up like cocaine and coffee.
I dare any one of you fuckers to off me.
Get the fuck off me.
I’ll be the salad, and this way one of you bitches can toss me.
Fortunately I’m the only one who likes me
But lately even I’ve been itchin’ to fight me.

Suck my dick
Oh dip, dedicated to every slut and every bitch
Motherfuckers better eat my balls
Stupid is as stupid does, if stupid don’t learn it’s stupids fault
Motherfuckers better heed the call
And that’s it–the club ain’t no place for heavy metal kids

Hey ya’ll, I’ma jump up on this train. (Take it Jim Bob)
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
I love explosives, playin’ with fire.
The world is filled with sadistic shit,
I’m a masochist but don’t hit me bitch.
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
I love explosives, playin’ with fire.
The world is filled with sadistic shit,
I’m a masochist but don’t hit me bitch.

Huh-huh. Take it from Jim Bob.
I’ma drop it down on all ya’ll.

13. God Bless Pepsi (Delicious lyrics)

It’s so simple, got a whole list of issues
Inside of my brain gathered right next to the temple
Write all my rhymes in pencil so I can erase ’em
The morning after I write ’em I wake up, read ’em and hate ’em
Read ’em verbatim, lay them down and made them understand
Sometimes a rapper suck, there’s nothing I can do to change ’em
Man, it’s like I told you before
You don’t listen to me so I don’t listen no more
Give me a huge label advance and a chance at fame
And I, I’ll sing and dance go right with the grain
Sponsor soda companies promote with no shame
Smile, shake hands, damn I love this game
But just when you think that I’m your best friend
I’ma stab you in your fucking back, time and time again
‘Til the blood soaks through your sports coat
And with my Pepsi money, I’ma drink Coke
You’ll be stifle to trifle my cycling
Ease the pain of the knife that’s in my fucking back
Or is that a hose?
They’re siphonin’ my spirit, man, got to attack
Counter they blows with blocks
In the name of all that is not wack
Kick my motherfucking system into autorap
White or black, slap your face ’til your head’s not attached
Rocket blast, feel the slap back of payback hurts
But I’ve had to nurse wounds that are so much worse

Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse
The reason I’m so full that I’m about to burst
‘Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
And tell you what, I’m gosh darn tired of it

Damn skippy

Fission fusion using the brand of raps
Not currently used in hip hop
Lips locked, never was part of my agenda
To bend over and open up my ass cheeks
So ya’ll can dip cock (weep weep)
On the radar, making other MC’s jealous and green
Like they name was Ralph Nadar
Yeah, I’m broke as fuck and I got no paper
Shoulda just stuck with the rock, it’ve been much safer
Trying to make a dent in the world like a crater
The illest of traitors, it’s me, Darth Vader
Nothing can save ya, peace out, see you later
The dollar fifty in my wallet forcing me to hate you
Take you on a little journey through my life
Where dad slept on the sofa, never with his wife
Even as a toddler, man, it struck me as odd
But it only getting odder, I never looked to god
I just wrote rhymes on paper that’s lined
And everyone of my lines reflects the times
That I live in, giving a shit, not me
Like metal band guitars
Every one of my lyrics lately’s in drop-D

Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse
The reason I’m so full that I’m about to burst
‘Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
And tell you what, I’m gosh darn tired of it

I drink the whole mainstream, it won’t quench my thirst
And scream “fuck the industry” ’til it hurts
A dirty look with a smirk, like I just cursed in church
Yeah, Delicious a little off, and at times he goes berserk
But time is what I put in, and in it’s the proof
I spit seeds when I speak and the true take root
I be the cat on the scene, dirty jeans, scuffed boots
Untied, slung loose, you want the truth?
Rather than rock a fat chain I’d rather rock a tight noose
Fuck ’em all, I’ll stick with pineapple juice
The industry can’t even swallow my lines
It’s like Pepsi got in bed with Coke
And tried to sniff the bottom line

First, I would like to call attention to your verse
The reason I’m so full that I’m about to burst
‘Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit
And tell you what, I’m gosh darn tired of it

Damn skippy

14. A Man and His Mic (Bobby Delicious ft. Weerd Science)

This shit’s essential, it’s instrumental
This shit I been through has got me mental
It’s influential, just understand that my pain
The reason I stay in the game, for what?
‘Cause all that I am is a man with a mic in his hand
All that I am, it’s all I’ll ever be don’t expect any less from me
‘Cause all that I am is a man with a mic in his hand
All that I am, it’s all I’ll ever be, it’s all I’ll ever be

(ppsh!) You try to tell me no labels’ll sell me
Knowin’ damn well you and your man and your man’s man felt me?
My mind ain’t healthy, I ain’t in it to be wealthy see,
Kid I do it ’cause it helps me and
What I am’s all I am’s all I’ll ever be
What I am’s all I am’s all I’ll ever be
What I am’s all I am’s all I’ll ever be
That’s all I’ll ever be, you can’t expect no less from me

This shit’s essential, it’s instrumental
This shit I been through has got me mental
It’s influential, just understand that my pain
The reason I stay in the game, for what?
‘Cause all that I am is a man with a mic in his hand
All that I am, it’s all I’ll ever be don’t expect any less from me
‘Cause all that I am is a man with a mic in his hand
All that I am, it’s all I’ll ever be, it’s all I’ll ever be

This is what happens when ya ass meets my foot
You see this mic in my hand? It stays put, look
Me and Delicious is kinda suspicious
Of what you regular radio listener’s listen to inside of your rib
It’s a motherfucker ain’t it?
I waited, keep pushing but never get nothin’ but bustin’ this mic for what?
Oh yeah, for the kill, for the love, for the blood
Not because I rock necklaces with fourteen-carat studs (duh!)

This shit’s essential, it’s instrumental
This shit I been through has got me mental
It’s influential, just understand that my pain
The reason I stay in the game, for what?
‘Cause all that I am is a man with a mic in his hand
All that I am, it’s all I’ll ever be don’t expect any less from me
‘Cause all that I am is a man with a mic in his hand
All that I am, it’s all I’ll ever be, it’s all I’ll ever be

I take this shit serious, like Dre’s part from Boyz in the Hood
My styles is furious, kill every cat that’s curious
Essentially my shit is meant to be mentally deranged
With a taste for the strange, it’s what I crave
Leave abrasions on your brain, understand my pain
It’s like as soon as my shit dropped it got flushed down the drain
And if it happens again I might just bug out and lose my grip
But out my motherfuckin’ hand this mic’ll never slip

This shit’s essential, it’s monumental
Grab my pencil and my pad to your style yes I’m detramental
‘Cause all that I am, please understand
Just a man with a knife in his hand
Fuck you and your man
I give a shit if you like my new jam
This industry’s slanted like people from Japan
Grab a hold of somethin’ we comin’ rappers pissin’ they pants, oh!

This shit’s essential, it’s instrumental
This shit I been through has got me mental
It’s influential, just understand that my pain
The reason I stay in the game, for what?
‘Cause all that I am is a man with a mic in his hand
All that I am, it’s all I’ll ever be don’t expect any less from me
‘Cause all that I am is a man with a mic in his hand
All that I am, it’s all I’ll ever be, it’s all I’ll ever be

‘Cause all that I am is a man with a mic in his hand
All that I am, it’s all I’ll ever be don’t expect any less from me
‘Cause all that I am is a man with a mic in his hand
All that I am, it’s all I’ll ever be, it’s all I’ll ever be

15. Evil Evil (Bobby Delicious ft. Weerd Science)

Evil, evil, we are the people
In Hell we dwell, stuck like a needle

I lay down my lyrics on every compact disc like this
The last fuckin’ chance that I’ma get, this some serious shit
We live on bank-borrowed stolen time in this bitch
The disintegration of race relations
Felony trials and tribulations, frustration
Feds investigations, civil rights violations
Requiem for a civilation, it’s amazin’
In one day little kids became older
Now we all somber, sober,
Eyes wide open, lookin’ over shoulders
Someone tell me, is the game over?
Hate battles hate, revenge takes over
Homeland invasions, chemical infiltrations,
The annihilation equation, what I’m sayin’,
The message I’m conveyin’ the world is ever changing,
There’s no remaining comfortable or complacent
This ain’t the place for it
Even in your own back yard, clean it up
Someone please explain to me why, out the sky
Four jets fall out like shetlers and Catholics die
In the blink of an eye?
And that’s the shit that keeps me awake at night
And I can’t sleep and I make beats
And count countless sheeps and my own heartbeat

It’s Weerd Science, first commander of the rebel alliance
We’re defyin’ over these tyrants, the Seattle riots
We’re time pirates
I must’ve concocted a rhyme virus
And there’s no antidote and it never goes out of my mouth
I’m on a tight wire
I’m on the bottom floor but I think I’m much higher
I haven’t slept in days though why’m I still wired?
I can’t sleep, I peak up under my sheets
And at my feet lies the Grim Reap pointin’ a finger at me
Can’t remember the last time that somebody looked my way
Without wonderin’ what was wrong with America’s youth today
I brace the k (?) like the o-zone lay
Lay waste and disintigrate at a rate that you can’t domesticate
Knockin’ on Heaven’s *knock knock knock* gate
I’m eleven hours late, that gives me one hour
To prepare twelfth hour restin’ place but wait
I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die
Blood moves the backdrop, red paints the sky
No reason this is history repeatin’ itself
Sometimes the cards are dealt, they’re not fair but oh well
Sometimes there’s no answers and guess what
You better get used to it, you know what else?
Your leaders are runnin’ it

Evil, evil, we are the people
In Hell we dwell, stuck like a needle

Sometimes the needle skips, sometimes the needles rips
And when I rhyme the evil escapes through my lips
And every pore in my body from my toes out my fingertips
Like Synopsis, short circuit a mic when I grab it
It’s a bad habit, too bad I’m rabid

Agh, this is it, I’ve had it with all your automatic status
Wreak havoc, rip the circuits outta my brain
Take the fuckin’ needle and jam it
Peirce through your skin right through to your vein
Got fifty-seven channels and nothin’ is on
Stations worn out zombies and we dyin’ to sign on
Screamin’ right on! Raise your right arms
And leave your night light on
‘Cause mom’s a mess and dad’s unlocked his firearm

Like I said, in Hell we stuck
And me and Science we go together like mother and

Fuck!
And beats and rhymin’ and bad timing
My verse distracts your mind while it eats your stomach lining
And you finally realize that we not hiding
Arriving in T-minus 3, 2, 1
Out comes Bobby Delicious with another mental re-alignment

Back up, back up!
Evil eat with the people we act up
Flippin’ and rippin’ the tracks up
We’ll pack ya whole act up
You suck like a vacuum
We’ll kick ya right back to
Wick wick wick wick wick wax ’em

Evil, evil, we are the people
In Hell we dwell, stuck like a needle