Twiztid Set It Off Lyrics

Here comes that Methric boy
With a gas can, bottles and napkins
Electric chords and duct tape spread on a mattress
Cause I sleep with death on a pillow of blackness
You couldn't match this
Living in a house of matchsticks
I burn you to the ground and write a rhyme in your ashes
I ain't down with the masses
Most you rappers rappin' today, you ain't worthy of your motherfuckin' tracklist
You're embarrassin' like fuckin' a fat bitch on the stairs
And it's cameras everywhere
With a live feed to the big screen in the middle of Times Square
And I'ma leave it right there
Get the picture, I can't fucks with you
I got a box full of accelerants and a mind full of degenerate intelligence
I'm a little south for the heaven sent
You want proof? My whole life's this

For The Fam

Turn down for what?!
Everything you throw away, I want that shit
The lies and the hate, I feed off

Everything you throw away, I want that shit
The lies and the hate, I feed off it
I'm just a monster, maybe a robot
Some say I killed myself but I did not
I wanted everything the way I wanted it
You say I'm heartless and inconsiderate?
But you don't understand how we do things
We fly sideways, with the broken wings
We are freek shows, carnival spectacles
All you hoes can suck dick, tits, and testicles
Everything you know will stop and start again
In the midst of your life, the church, and government
Mesmerized, can't believe your eyes
Showing you the light and now you're hypnotized
Realize how easy that you can fall
Your body, your life, your soul, we want it all

Fire up your loud, another round of shots!
Fire up your loud, another round of shots!
Fire up your loud, another round of shots!
Fire up your loud, another round of shots!