The Crazed One
Oh God god has nothing to do with thi-
What?
Some fucking good show, huh, cowboy? Ha ha ha
What do you say? Want something like that?
Come on, cowboy
What do you want? Who do you want? Her?
What are you hidin' up here? Oh, cowboy
Laughter music speaks to you every day
But you're too deaf, dumb
And blind to listen
Sometimes I just wanna jump on ya
And let you shoot me
If I could, I'd grab this microphone
I'd beat your brains out with it
Because that's what you deserve
That's what you deserve
Boy, just be yourself
If people don't like you for being yourself
Fuck 'em!
I'm just a crazy little
Long haired red-faced lunatic
Bringin' you wicked rhymes
And this is how I'm doin' it
Psychedelic shit, as you listen to my hit
And I cast a deadly spell
Send that ass straight to Hell
Rejuvenate the style to the point
That it has to be
Jump the funky lyrics to my vocal capacity
Horrifying rhymes many suckers try to protest
But they can't ingest my
Motherfuckin' blood fest
Cannibalistic human underground dweller
Bangin' upon the door
Breakin' the locks upon the cellar
Hunted by man because I'm Satan's son
Otherwise known as the
Motherfuckin' crazed one
Boy, just be yourself
If people don't like you for being yourself
Fuck 'em!
Raving mystical lunacy enigmatic
And contagious madness
Leading to excesses of sacrilegious
And erotic behavior
Raving mystical lunacy enigmatic
And contagious madness
Leading to excesses of sacrilegious
And erotic behavior
Well it's a new style, uh, wait a minute now
I might freak the funk
But don't call me a freaky child
But I'm the crazed one, yes I'm the lunatic
I do much damage and come equipped
With the lyrics that I spit
To show that I be droppin'
A no no in my book to
Give you all a good look
In my mentality although it
Might be kinda shady i told you this before
Playin' just don't fade me
'Cause I'm a crazy white motherfucker
And I'm unique and know I'm
Not like any other brother
My names is Bones
And I'm down with the Midnight Sons
Otherwise known as the
Motherfuckin' crazed one
Boy, just be yourself
If people don't like you for being yourself
Fuck 'em!
Don't look at me like I'm
Some fuckin' fruitcake or somethin'
I'm warnin' you
Don't look at me like I'm
Some fuckin' fruitcake or somethin'
I'm warnin' you
Don't look at me like I'm
Some fuckin' fruitcake or somethin'
I'm warnin' you
Don't look at me like I'm
Some fuckin' fruitcake or somethin'
I'm warnin' you
If music be the food of
Death, well eat it up, eat it up
'Til your brain blows up
'cause when's enough just enough?
I don't know, but I keep droppin'
I hate the fuckin' cops
So I go on pig stompin's
Switchin' back to the forth
Keepin' suckers guessin'
I'm packin' a Smith & Wesson and
Teachin' 'em all a lesson
About a young brother that's as loony
As a son of a gun otherwise known as the
Motherfuckin' crazed one
Boy, just be yourself
If people don't like you for being yourself
Fuck 'em!
Raving mystical lunacy enigmatic
And contagious madness
Leading to excesses of sacrilegious
And erotic behavior
Raving mystical lunacy enigmatic
And contagious madness
Raving, raving, raving mystical lunacy