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I'm untouchable
16 ways to die, but I'd rather just cut your throat
Unlovable
Bred through hate, product of date, rape, but you can't wait to cremate
I take lives with steak knives and such
I leave so many cuts that there's nothing left to touch
And I walk with the family, mind set on casualty
I put mirrors in your eyes so you had to see
That it had to be a mass suicide at your gathering
What a catastrophe
Front page, blame it on us
Scapegoat for all, in Twiztid we trust
In the tour bus, headed for the White House lawn
I can only be the scapegoat for so long
You can clear bongs while I clear channels
Live show is sick like cups of brain matter
(Whoop-whoop!) Y'all could never do what I do
(Whoop-whoop!) Even if I became you
(Whoop-whoop!) You gotta let go of the envy
'Cause on your best day, you'll never be me
(Whoop-whoop!) Y'all could never do what I do
(Whoop-whoop!) Even if I became you
(Whoop-whoop!) You gotta let go of the envy
'Cause on your best day, you'll never be me
I'm Jeffrey Dahmer with a Wayne Gacy mask on
Drill a hole inside your head and axe it 'til you pass on
Amass on cubbyholes and crawl spaces
Untrustable
I'm Harvey Dent, double-sided with Two-Face
'Cause I killed Jason at Crystal Lake
Stuck an axe in his back and said it was a mistake
Now the legend is dead, but the legacy lives on
Through the blood in my veins every time I spit out a song
I'm Richard Ramirez with Bundy eyes
Leave a pussy stolen and swollen with bloody alibis
I'm a cat with nine lives, a monster with 50 kills
With a shotgun, roaming the streets of Beverly Hills
I'm in your hood like a street siren
And for whatever, motherfucker
If you're thinking you gon' take mine
Another product of reality
Call it a blemish on the floor of society's vanity
(Whoop-whoop!) You could never do what I do
(Whoop-whoop!) Even if I became you
(Whoop-whoop!) You gotta let go of the envy
On your best day, you'll never be me
(Whoop-whoop!) Y'all could never do what I do
(Whoop-whoop!) Even if I became you
(Whoop-whoop!) You gotta let go of the envy
On your best day, you'll never be me
If I cut your tongue out and left mine in its place
You still couldn't taste what the fuck I say
I'ma split time for swallowing razor blades
So I get spit blind for every word that I say
I'm poisonous, better check your thermos
'Cause I'm spiking all the coffee at your funeral service
I'm a psycho bad boy, all no-purpose
And I stuff bad bitches like a taxidermist
(Whoop-whoop!) Y'all could never do what I do
(Whoop-whoop!) Even if I became you
(Whoop-whoop!) You gotta let go of the envy
'Cause on your best day, you'll never be me
(Whoop-whoop!) Y'all could never do what I do
(Whoop-whoop!) Even if I became you
(Whoop-whoop!) You gotta let go of the envy
'Cause on your best day, you'll never be me
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