Six Six Six - Unusual Suspects

Eight, seven, six, six, six, five, four

Three, two, one, one, one, one, one, one

Eight, seven, six, six, six, five, four

Three, two, murder one lyric at your door!

We’re the best thing since sliced necks

Giant spider, with you flies kept in my world wide web

Candy striped legs, fuck jumping off a cliff

I can stand at the bottom and jump on top of it

We wanna live in a world without peace

Make the crowd scream, cause they’re scared to be around me

An alchy;

with a bottle of beer…

Used to want to be normal, now I wan’t to be weird

And because of it we’re ready for sectioning

Followed my heart, until I became a self centred prick

(Live life to the emptiest!)

With a sinister grin

Pull out a grenade, scratch you with the trigger and pin

Feel our eyes sizing you up

Unless you want to be part of a vicious circle, don’t cypher with us

Run a cult from the laws of the pagan witch

We’ll make you sick, (by influencing the way you spit!)

So don’t start

Like broken go karts

My blood will never boil, I’ve got too much of a cold heart

Blow smoke up my own arse

Drive you up the wall like kids with remote control cars

Put you inside the dirt like a worm

So strong I can give third degree Chinese burns

Photographic memory, my naked eye

Puts a mental image of every victim in my frame of mind

Drown you in cold water when I break the ice

And rape you twice;

cause two wrongs make a right

So say goodnight, there’s six million ways to die;

Narrows down to one when we build this doomsday device

No one to save your life so stay behind

Take a hike like destination guides

Grow some nuts, why show your love?

Rappers need to learn to throw a punch or at least hold a grudge

Unusual Suspects, (it's only us)

I’m looking in my fingernails for leftover drugs

Cause my life is an unfunny joke

Fuck these four walls, a padded cell is my comfort zone

Full of myself like russian dolls

No skull and bones, my body is made up from nuts and bolts

See with tunnel vision that has no light at the end

Letting my nails and hair grow like I was dead

They say I’m not right in the head

Get strapped down and still wake up at the wrong side of the bed

For valentines I gave my girl date rape drugs

Then I’ll try anal, if the chick disobeys

Then I’ll have no choice but to dump that bitch in a lake

Inflicting pain

My favourite weapon is a spade

Cause after you kill them with it you can use it to dig their grave

I’m inhumane

A bounty hunter

With a blade that will bore you, go in one ear and out the other

This rap shit’s just a job on the side

Don’t mean bars when I say no-one drops me a line

(Who's better?) Name one other rapper

Only time I’ll stab you in the back is with a forked tongue of a hammer

(Anti-religious) We’re what we believe in

Lyrics so dark we need night vision goggles to read them

Fuck happy music, get angry to this

We blow the roof off

By uppercutting rappers through it

No rest for the wicked

It’s no joke that my side splitting punches left you in stitches

Rip your arms off like wrestling figures

Leave your mouth split in half like Terrance and Phillip

Don’t give a fuck what I’m spitting to

There ain’t a beat in this world that’s good enough for me so this’ll do!

In the booth, reading witchdoctor spells

Putting up missing pictures of myself like it’s somebody else

More than the man, so believe in the myth

We are so sick;

other rappers deny we even exist

Zombies not necrophiliacs

I wear a thinking cap in the form of a new era fitted hat

The reason I drive a death cab, is so that

When police stop me I can explain the bodies in the back!

Eight, seven, six, six, six, five, four

Three, two, one, one, one, one, one, one

Eight, seven, six, six, six, five, four

Three, two, murder one lyric at your door!

Eight, seven, six, six, six, five, four

Three, two, one, one, one, one, one, one

Eight, seven, six, six, six, five, four

Three, two, murder one lyric at your door!