Lyrics:

We be doing murder everyday
We be good enough to get away
You won't even know a wicked clown has hit the door
Until your melon hit the floor and roll away

How can I stop myself from murdering your neck
Methadone and Prozac only keep me in check
as soon as it's gone I'm gonna kill
And that was my last refill god dammit
I drink lithium and I don't even know what it is
only reason you diss me is because you want a sip
Every time I drink it I piss out a laser
and cut holes in the wall with my dick phaser
I'ma do time I assume
I bitch slapped the judge right out his own court room
then I took the bench and sentenced myself
eternal happiness and good health motherfucker motherfucker
motherfucker I represent the hatchet
I see you eye ball looking at me I'ma snatch it
and whip it to the garbage can down the hall
then kick you in the ass as you search and crawl for it

We be doing murder everyday
We be good enough to get away
You won't even know a wicked clown has hit the door
Until your melon hit the floor and roll away

You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this
I never really thought about how horrible it really is
laying in a coffin in a pine black box
the only sound being that of my heart if I'm alive
But I've got no pulse of ever breath for days
I remember the crash and after that it's a haze
but I do recall the funeral them lowering me in
it was about that time when my soul kicked back in
I tried to move my fingers or somethin
got nothin but dirt hitting the top from them shoveling
I'm fucked it's been a least two weeks but I don't keep time
I just lay here motionless in this rotting body of mine
I tried fantasy realms a