Unusual Suspects Lyrics
"Dope Shit"

[Cruger]
Holdin' a kebab knife, dressed in a sheet
As I repeatedly stab myself to the beat
The only thing my job is is to skive off it
I'm psychotic, pickin' my noise via my eye socket
This is your brain on drugs, with angel dust
I don't need to make friends, I just make them up
Don't look directly at me like the sun
Only thing I've ever lost is count of how many times I've won
I like knives, big fearful shiny ones
I'm starting plane crashes cause the slide looks fun
Hah! I emerge untouched from the plane wreckage
Snap your vinyl in half just to prove I can break records
At your shows main entrance, obstructing the doors
Hip hop's dead, we just like fucking it's corpse
Cruel people with satanic beliefs, the root of all evil would easily start in my family tree

[Hook x2]
We be smokin' now
We be sniffin' now
We're injectin' now

Supercalafragilisticexpiali dope shit

[Measle]
Scumbag -- With a nice side no one's ever met, cause I keep my heart of gold locked inside my treasure chest
Never second best, if we're level peg (neck & neck)
I aim to decapitate you just to get a head
Dissect your flesh, make an outfit fresh to death, done up with belly-buttons Measle on the back to represent
Upset the press to stress, better yet, only time I raise spirits is when I resurrect the dead
Mass murderer - Earnin' my prison stripes, all my actions are out of hands since I lost my grip on life
The splattered guts look so colorful! The way I mark my turf is by sprayin' my blood on walls
Kidnap girl scouts and use them as sex slaves and hang their heads on my wall -- To improve on my feng shui
Before you know (?) to my next name
If a crowd give me air, they only do because I ventilate

[Hook x2]

[Cruger]
I feed the ducks, I feed the ducks on my own. I feed the ducks poison, and watch them float
No, don't, try this at home, I've lost my control like I can't find the remote
I've had seven years bad luck three times in a row, can't wait 'til my twenty first, when the curse finally goes

[Measle]
Oh fiddle sticks, I never clean my finger prints from the incident, or I cut someones neck, then fuck the slit in it
My throat is sore, unable to use my vocal chords
I've been smokin joints with a seed packed out with bulbasaur
Freddy hold the torch, while I unbolt the door
The only time I get brains is from my local morgue
You know the score, 2 unholy lords, using pins to crucify Christ on our club house notice board

[Cruger]
Show no remorse, I've never shed a tear, the end is near, and we'll be the messengers when it's here