These Guys lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
My mental's a scary place
Jason mask is on my face
My machete's on my waist, razor sharp come get a taste
Rob De Niro's kinda heat
My chainsaw got diamond teeth
Bodies 'bout to line the street
Chopped and bloody's fine with me
Talking so much sh*t I make 'em mad, they know my kind's the worst
Delegator, here to break 'em bad now call me Heisenberg
On this Helter Skelter sh*t, my haters scared to death of me
They can slip away but i'll catch up with them eventually
Never fell asleep with a guilty conscience
See me in a bad dream better walk cautious
In the graveyard running with the monsters
Blood on my chucks no walking in galoshes
Everybody know we come up with the weird sh*t
Plus a couple loose screws in my gear kit
I'm a walking stick of dynamite and near lit
Any second I'm about to blow and you can feel it

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Who the f*ck are these guys dressed in Weirdo disguise?
I don't think they realize, we show up they will die
Do this for the murderers, the underground we reside
b*tch you might've heard of us but you better stay away from these guys
[Verse 2: Bizarre]
Pop a Xanny flowing like a f*cking river (ugh)
Hacksaw, chainsaw, I'm a f*cking killer
Demons in my head, I see ghosts
Ten Percocets, I'm about to give your dose
I'm Michael Myers (Michael Myers)
I'm f*cking Jason (f*cking Jason)
Justin Bieber in my f*cking basement (hahahaha)
Drag queen for Halloween
White-black mask I think I'm f*cking scream (scream)
The big scream (scream)
A little louder (agh, louder)
Bizarre go off the white powder (woo)
Shoot you with a gun (bow)
Stab you with a knife (ugh)
I'm a sick f*ck, this is weirdo for life

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Who the f*ck are these guys dressed in Weirdo disguise?
I don't think they realize, we show up they will die
Do this for the murderers, the underground we reside
b*tch you might've heard of us but you better stay away from these guys

[Verse 3: Fury]
I sit (sit) and grieve (grieve)
Conspire while I write this verse
Hatred climbs inside my nerves by this mic I'm cursed (cursed)
I get this violent urge to go recite these spiteful words (why?)
If I don't I know they'll hate me and my life gets worse
I still sit there, the voices wanna lift me up (yuh)
They play my vocal chords, I'm suffering from asphyxia
I got no heartbeat, I wonder if they'll miss me yuh
Feels like I'm dead but I'm not motherf*ck
I wanna kill one's and still I feel I wanna pick me up
A filthy drunk b*tch, rape her then dump bleach in her c*nt
Then I'll shoot her in the face and then flee, gone
That's what I call a bed and bath beyond
Kill a f*cking judge cause I'm going insane
f*ck him in the ass then I watch the blood drain
Making sure that he feels the pain
Cut him from his motherf*cking ass to his face
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Who the f*ck are these guys dressed in Weirdo disguise?
I don't think they realize, we show up they will die
Do this for the murderers, the underground we reside
b*tch you might've heard of us but you better stay away from these guys