Strangers on the Track

[Intro]
In a horrorcore CD collection, where nobody will ever hear it, exists three tales by three men of mischief, mayhem, and macabre. Take a listen

[Verse 1: Madd Maxxx]
Dial 'M' for murder, it's what you get, bitch
I'll saw you in half while I'm laughin' and leave the crowd breathless (Vile!)
Red drips, head trips, go spinnin' like I was Jimmy Stewart's on my next hit, then I'll be comin' down
Fuck around and you gon' find death
I might go psycho and then you won't make it thirty nine steps
Once I'm in a frenzy, there ain't really time lеft
I confess, I just want to hear your cries blеss the whole room
Notorious for villainous words
Ain't a shadow of a doubt, the way I spit is absurd
I got your girlie in my bedroom playin' a skin game
I know you're suspicious but tryna fuck with me, that shit's for the birds
I don't ever suffer stage fright, bitch, I am the wrong man
Trying to sabotage me is the wrong plan
A little gasp is all that she manages
And after I'm finished tyin' this rope, the lady vanishes (Ha!)

[Chorus: Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz, & Madd Maxxx]
Strangers on the track fading out to black
Hatred in my lungs, axes in they backs
Smash 'em in they face, splittin' 'em in half faster than they can react
We gon' leave for a second and bury 'em, then we'll be back
Strangers on the track fading out to black
Hatred in my lungs, axes in they backs
Smash 'em in they face, splittin' 'em in half faster than they can react
We gon' leave for a second and bury 'em, then we'll be back

[Verse 2: Mr 8 Legz]
Darkness in my veins, got that anger in my lungs
Pitch black inside my brain, taste the blood all on my tongue
I'm so out of it, I'll admit my arsenal gave me calluses
But I love my knives, the only weapons I got talent with (Yup!)
Could use a gun but where the fuck's the fun in that?
Cock it back, blast (Wack!) Rather act like running track
Comin' fast, see how much momentum it'll take
To insert this entire serrated blade through your chest and out your back, bitch (God!)
Sanity's an illusion
That's why I'm using thirty two ounces of lighter fluid on you, stupid
Record your screams to the beat, now that's some fire music
Press it to physicals, sell 'em at your wake for my amusement
Stalkin' all your relatives, I want to see their skeletons
And what surrounds the bones, dog, I bet it looks like gelatin
First up is your mother once I sneak through the back
I got a smile ear to ear, let's make the cut in her neck match

[Chorus: Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz, & Madd Maxxx]
Strangers on the track fading out to black
Hatred in my lungs, axes in they backs
Smash 'em in they face, splittin' 'em in half faster than they can react
We gon' leave for a second and bury 'em, then we'll be back
Strangers on the track fading out to black
Hatred in my lungs, axes in they backs
Smash 'em in they face, splittin' 'em in half faster than they can react
We gon' leave for a second and bury 'em, then we'll be back

[Verse 3: Whipstick]
Give me all the blood and murder
Time to activate the MonsterVision
TNT, Joe Bob Briggs enslaved to television
To hell and back, ripper jack, so the tale is listed
Stay the path, fade to black once the veil is lifted
Yo, the sun's cracked, sky's all red
Force fed a ball gag with some Lysol scent
Mice all fed the flesh from your abdomen
Stab it with a massive shiv steady jabbin' it because I'm passionate
We push the outer limits, peelin' back your fuckin' face
Fire walking twin peaks, I'm flawless with a massive grave
Past the gate, sacrificing infidels, the passive state
Chaos stripping Chippendales, mixing herpes with zinfandel
Put your cloak up we're summoning dark lords
With goats blood and pentagrams and plenty of parkour
Writing hieroglyphics smeared in feces on cardboard
Stay tuned, exciting conclusion's right there in part four

[Chorus: Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz, & Madd Maxxx]
Strangers on the track fading out to black
Hatred in my lungs, axes in they backs
Smash 'em in they face, splittin' 'em in half faster than they can react
We gon' leave for a second and bury 'em, then we'll be back
Strangers on the track fading out to black
Hatred in my lungs, axes in they backs
Smash 'em in they face, splittin' 'em in half faster than they can react
We gon' leave for a second and bury 'em, then we'll be back