Lunacy

[Intro: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
Yo! Isolated Beingz 'bout to raise the fuckin' dead! IB Bitch!
Homicydal Maniaxe! Homicydal Maniaxe!
Syko Sain! Syko Sain
Back up in that ass with a hard erection!

[Verse 1: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
I looked up at the moon and I started feelin' funny
My blood started poolin' and my nose turned runny
I'm known to get nutty like a ball sack, y'all whack
Wannabe fake MCs need to fall back
I'm all that like Kenan & Kel
I got you beggin' for your life while you screamin' and yell
Will I ever give a fuck? Only time will tell
The last words that you'll hear is I'll see you in Hell, bitch
Nocturnal sunlight got me hot and cold flashes
Havin' premonitions about murder by the masses
I got body parts stashed around like a lunatic
The Baltimore Werewolf, a real life horror flick
I'm wicked like a vampire nailed to a crucifix
I'm sick like eatin' out a witch
I bring my clique like a load of dead bodies
At The Holocaust, yeah, and killin' is my hobby

[Chorus 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
Let me feel your misery (Lunacy! Lunacy! Lunacy!)
I think I need some therapy (Lunacy! Lunacy! Lunacy!)
He's a psycho
The moon is out here taunting me (Lunacy! Lunacy! Lunacy!)
Haunting me, now I see it's lunacy

[Verse 2: Sike Sick & Dieabetik]
All I want to do is fuckin' kill and kill
So don't act fuckin' stupid 'cause you know the deal
You better keep it fuckin' real, boy, stop all that fakin'
I'll shoot your wife in the face, leave your pitbull shakin'
And I'm takin' whatever you're makin', you ain't makin' nothin'
I'm stuffin' your face like muffins if you think that I'm bluffin'
I kiss your daughter on the cheek, leave that bitch fuckin' blushin'
And make your older brother call me like I'm crazy or somethin'
Yo! Dieabetik crazy, I'm lunatic tac toe
If I don't hit that door, I'll probably hit that ho
With my fist and my dick, yeah, I hit that ho
Take the pussy like a quiz and try to fist that ho
Quit that, ho, you know I've been homicidal
Rollin' weed out the sixty-sixth page of The Bible
I'm liable to spaz at any motherfuckin' minute though
I'm throwing blows, no waiting, the minute I feel incentive bro

[Chorus 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
Let me feel your misery (Lunacy! Lunacy! Lunacy!)
I think I need some therapy (Lunacy! Lunacy! Lunacy!)
He's a psycho
The moon is out here taunting me (Lunacy! Lunacy! Lunacy!)
Haunting me, now I see it's lunacy

[Verse 3: Lex Talionis & Dizze Dahmer]
You know once I grab the mic, then the track's getting wrecked
It's the homie Lex Talionis back on the set (Wicked Sindicate!)
Cleanin' up my weapons 'til my Welcome Home party starts
While Dizze's in the kitchen making dinner with some body parts
It's finger eatin' good so get your plate ready (Yeah)
Let the juices mix together in my human steak medley (Uh huh)
So hungry, so deadly, got a destructive appetite
I'll cannibalize a corpse until they're eaten back to life
I like to beat 'em up, stab 'em up, hack 'em up, kill 'em?
Another victim's tenderized, spark the barbecue and we grill 'em
Satisfy my hunger, now I'm back on a mission
You'll want to get dessert, I found a pretty little victim
Between you and me our lunacy is nothing new to see
'Cause for years we've usually murdered bitches brutally
Off huffin' glue for weeks so reality is hazy
Syko Sain, we've been waitin' for the world to go crazy

[Chorus 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
Let me feel your misery (Lunacy! Lunacy! Lunacy!)
I think I need some therapy (Lunacy! Lunacy! Lunacy!)
He's a psycho
The moon is out here taunting me (Lunacy! Lunacy! Lunacy!)
Haunting me, now I see it's lunacy

[Outro: 2-Face]
2-Face! Ruthless Rob! Dizze Dahmer! Lex Talionis! Diabetik! And Sike Sick, bitch! We back up at it again!
Howl at the motherfucking moon, at the moon
Howl at the motherfucking moon, at the moon
Howl at the motherfucking moon, at the moon
Howl at the motherfucking moon, at the moon
Howl at the motherfucking moon, at the moon
Howl at the motherfucking moon, at the moon
Howl at the motherfucking moon, at the moon
Howl at the motherfucking moon, at the moon