Off with their heads, don't awake from your sleep
Lovin like a tennis player, it means nothin to me
Ahh grittin' my teeth, start shakin' a baby
And begin wiggin' out like an African lady
God praises me, I operate like a phantom
Don't hold a crowd in suspense, nah we hold em for ransom
Rackin' lines of Charlie, I'm the man son
I had 99 roofies and ya bitch ate one
Unidentified objectives, flying flat and high
Speak a colourful language only see in black and white
Supply the devils disguise, and reside a tomb
We walk a tightrope like blow flies on a noose
Set fire to the roof, no power outage here
Synergy relies on us, to have these bright ideas
Nightmares, bad dreams Edward Dieter
You'd have to go through hell and middle Earth to learn what that means
Drunk on power, we're constantly livid
Heads aren't on back to front but we're obviously twisted
Children from a damned village were my childhood playmates
When I drop a line on my hook is jail bait
Our namesake, filthy, f*cked in the head
I neck shots of Bundy and chase it with Teds
Light up a Jeffrey, Dharma and Greg on the TV
I mack dead hookers, coz we're so not PC
Shits never easy cohlz
You might not botch a line but you'll choke when my hands are involved
Like Panzas we roll, armed to the teeth grooves
Two hungry wolves approach the target in sheep suits
B1 B2 sackin' rats in a popped cap
No duo it's a split personality, got that
Yeah I do and I'll see you next Tuesday
Goin bananas raiding Hunter Thompson's suitcase
Prayin' for doomsday, romance in a lewd way
Hammer like reflexes pile driving ya screw face
Rhymes givin' me toothaches
Spit flames like Lui Kang and make the booth shake and level towers like two planes
Ive doesn't like chicks after their due date
I.S Commune bringin' dust to the new age
Munchin' on moon cakes, I travel alone
With a go-pro and dagger under my cloak
My humble abode, a structure of bones
So dope when we smoke tracks you get contact stoned
In written combat though, notes slice like a surgeon
Mindstate of David Bernie while he got caught for murders
Peepin' through ya curtains from the inside
I ain't cuttin' the phone, I'm disconnecting ya life line
I'll punch the face of a blind guy, give myself a high five
And have him not seeing stars like Perth City nightlife
My tie, Cicilian, rock an iron crown
Chelsea smile and wave to cover up my frown
Bodies under my house too, a corpse in my lounge room
Livin' with these dead birds has put me in a fowl mood
I prowl through lost in the dark
If there's somethin' I can't hack I just lop it in half
If there's somethin' I can't have I'm robbin' it fast
My powers like blood on the scene, there's no stopping the charge
Bally Up, keep it discreet
If your mouth is the door to your soul then we're kickin' in ya teeth
No practice, yeah we master what we preach
Take away your breath? Nah, your ability to breathe
Your life's a scream around my part of town
I built my haunted house on Indian burial grounds
They say buy the ticket, and you take the ride
I'm too weird to live and I'm too rare to die
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Off with their heads, don't awake from your sleep
Lovin like a tennis player, it means nothin to me
Ahh grittin' my teeth, start shakin' a baby
And begin wiggin' out like an African lady
God praises me, I operate like a phantom
Don't hold a crowd in suspense, nah we hold em for ransom
Rackin' lines of Charlie, I'm the man son
I had 99 roofies and ya bitch ate one
Unidentified objectives, flying flat and high
Speak a colourful language only see in black and white
Supply the devils disguise, and reside a tomb
We walk a tightrope like blow flies on a noose
Set fire to the roof, no power outage here
Synergy relies on us, to have these bright ideas
Nightmares, bad dreams Edward Dieter
You'd have to go through hell and middle Earth to learn what that means
Drunk on power, we're constantly livid
Heads aren't on back to front but we're obviously twisted
Children from a damned village were my childhood playmates
When I drop a line on my hook is jail bait
Our namesake, filthy, f*cked in the head
I neck shots of Bundy and chase it with Teds
Light up a Jeffrey, Dharma and Greg on the TV
I mack dead hookers, coz we're so not PC
Shits never easy cohlz
You might not botch a line but you'll choke when my hands are involved
Like Panzas we roll, armed to the teeth grooves
Two hungry wolves approach the target in sheep suits
B1 B2 sackin' rats in a popped cap
No duo it's a split personality, got that
Yeah I do and I'll see you next Tuesday
Goin bananas raiding Hunter Thompson's suitcase
Prayin' for doomsday, romance in a lewd way
Hammer like reflexes pile driving ya screw face
Rhymes givin' me toothaches
Spit flames like Lui Kang and make the booth shake and level towers like two planes
Ive doesn't like chicks after their due date
I.S Commune bringin' dust to the new age
Munchin' on moon cakes, I travel alone
With a go-pro and dagger under my cloak
My humble abode, a structure of bones
So dope when we smoke tracks you get contact stoned
In written combat though, notes slice like a surgeon
Mindstate of David Bernie while he got caught for murders
Peepin' through ya curtains from the inside
I ain't cuttin' the phone, I'm disconnecting ya life line
I'll punch the face of a blind guy, give myself a high five
And have him not seeing stars like Perth City nightlife
My tie, Cicilian, rock an iron crown
Chelsea smile and wave to cover up my frown
Bodies under my house too, a corpse in my lounge room
Livin' with these dead birds has put me in a fowl mood
I prowl through lost in the dark
If there's somethin' I can't hack I just lop it in half
If there's somethin' I can't have I'm robbin' it fast
My powers like blood on the scene, there's no stopping the charge
Bally Up, keep it discreet
If your mouth is the door to your soul then we're kickin' in ya teeth
No practice, yeah we master what we preach
Take away your breath? Nah, your ability to breathe
Your life's a scream around my part of town
I built my haunted house on Indian burial grounds
They say buy the ticket, and you take the ride
I'm too weird to live and I'm too rare to die
Lovin like a tennis player, it means nothin to me
Ahh grittin' my teeth, start shakin' a baby
And begin wiggin' out like an African lady
God praises me, I operate like a phantom
Don't hold a crowd in suspense, nah we hold em for ransom
Rackin' lines of Charlie, I'm the man son
I had 99 roofies and ya bitch ate one
Unidentified objectives, flying flat and high
Speak a colourful language only see in black and white
Supply the devils disguise, and reside a tomb
We walk a tightrope like blow flies on a noose
Set fire to the roof, no power outage here
Synergy relies on us, to have these bright ideas
Nightmares, bad dreams Edward Dieter
You'd have to go through hell and middle Earth to learn what that means
Drunk on power, we're constantly livid
Heads aren't on back to front but we're obviously twisted
Children from a damned village were my childhood playmates
When I drop a line on my hook is jail bait
Our namesake, filthy, f*cked in the head
I neck shots of Bundy and chase it with Teds
Light up a Jeffrey, Dharma and Greg on the TV
I mack dead hookers, coz we're so not PC
Shits never easy cohlz
You might not botch a line but you'll choke when my hands are involved
Like Panzas we roll, armed to the teeth grooves
Two hungry wolves approach the target in sheep suits
B1 B2 sackin' rats in a popped cap
No duo it's a split personality, got that
Yeah I do and I'll see you next Tuesday
Goin bananas raiding Hunter Thompson's suitcase
Prayin' for doomsday, romance in a lewd way
Hammer like reflexes pile driving ya screw face
Rhymes givin' me toothaches
Spit flames like Lui Kang and make the booth shake and level towers like two planes
Ive doesn't like chicks after their due date
I.S Commune bringin' dust to the new age
Munchin' on moon cakes, I travel alone
With a go-pro and dagger under my cloak
My humble abode, a structure of bones
So dope when we smoke tracks you get contact stoned
In written combat though, notes slice like a surgeon
Mindstate of David Bernie while he got caught for murders
Peepin' through ya curtains from the inside
I ain't cuttin' the phone, I'm disconnecting ya life line
I'll punch the face of a blind guy, give myself a high five
And have him not seeing stars like Perth City nightlife
My tie, Cicilian, rock an iron crown
Chelsea smile and wave to cover up my frown
Bodies under my house too, a corpse in my lounge room
Livin' with these dead birds has put me in a fowl mood
I prowl through lost in the dark
If there's somethin' I can't hack I just lop it in half
If there's somethin' I can't have I'm robbin' it fast
My powers like blood on the scene, there's no stopping the charge
Bally Up, keep it discreet
If your mouth is the door to your soul then we're kickin' in ya teeth
No practice, yeah we master what we preach
Take away your breath? Nah, your ability to breathe
Your life's a scream around my part of town
I built my haunted house on Indian burial grounds
They say buy the ticket, and you take the ride
I'm too weird to live and I'm too rare to die
Writer: Inveigh Slang
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid