Coin Flip Lunatic

[Verse 1: Monoxide Child]

I ain't the one so they calling me number two

And it's true cause I'm the shit with the attitude of a mosh pit

I come equipped with a quarter to flip

Bordering sick, shorten the wick

And I can show you just how gory it gets (yea)

I'm more than a Twizt and I got the ID to prove it

But they only witness, the chainsaw right through him

Person of interest? Not me, like Laci I'm Scott-free

And first in a short line of people

Where killing is my influence it might be them shoes

Cause them Nike's been telling me to do it

So somebody hand me the knife please

I'm 'bout to lose it like the sleeves on a wife beater

Congruent with an evil, an irregular human could not be like me

I give a fuck, I'll rob a zombie

And put some nickle in his back on my chainsaw mats

Cause I'm on Crack and I got the spirit of Leatherface inside me

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]

Lunatic bout to try a chicken by the sea and try the tuna fish

Bout to drowned a guy and girl, turn around and call it uni-sex

Snatch his exoskeleton out his body now his body gelatin

That hair trigger is highly delicate

So you hold me owe me fuck me chump

You nosy why I humpty dumped

You know me tie a noose around my ankle

I'm gonna bungee jump, always down for homicide

Riding round with a army gun that's modified

Down to die but I'm trying to keep my style alive

But I been the tightest when I spit this venomous fire

You can feel it inside you and that’s

The gut feeling I’m getting appendicitis

I dig deeper than coal miners gold Midas touch

Got 90000 plus people throwing lighters up

Speaking of gold that's what I might a struck

Ya'll are disgusted at how much that I am discussed

The reason you got your eyelids shut

Rock city is what I'm a product of

Put the district attorney body on lay away

So I ain't got to buy the judge

[Verse 3: Jamie Madrox]

Get ready to flip on the coin toss come and dance on the edge

Of the knife till it split you soul with out a drop of blood loss

Gonna get that knife, I'm head over heels about it

If I'm flipping tails your heads in the back pack live without it

But you can't, better hoping that I flip a heads

Instead I leave ya wheel chair bound cause I'm taking both ya legs

Blast of a canon, fucking with me they leave with ya stamped

On a mentally divided decision is in my hand and it's shining

In the night under the light of the moon

Giving the flip the blades clinking to slash hurdling doom

Leaving the pussies covered with wounds

Sinking just how I do cause my knife is like a dick

And it loves fucking the wombs of the cuts I leave behind

I'm sick in my mind and I'm sick in reality, supposedly intertwined

Like both sides of the coin and personality too

The beginning of the toss will be the end of all of you