| I'm untouchable | |
| Sixteen ways to die, but I'd rather just cut your throat | |
| Unlovable | |
| Bred through hate, product of date rape that you can't wait to cremate | |
| I take lives with steak knives and such | |
| I leave so many cuts that there's nothin left to touch | |
| And I walk with the family mind set on casualty | |
| I put mirrors in ya eyes so ya had to see | |
| That it had to be a mass suicide at your gathering | |
| What a catastrophe | |
| Front page, blame it on us | |
| Scapegoat for all, in Twiztid we trust | |
| In the tour bus headed for the white house lawn | |
| I can only be the scapegoat for so long | |
| You can clear bongs while I clear channels | |
| Live show is sick like guts and brain matter | |
| [CHORUS x2] | |
| WHOOP WHOOP | |
| You could never do what I do | |
| WHOOP WHOOP | |
| Even if I became you | |
| WHOOP WHOOP | |
| You gotta let go of the envy | |
| Cuz on your best day you'll never be me | |
| I'm Jeffrey Dahmer with a Wayne Gacy mask on | |
| Drill a hole inside your head and axe it till ya pass on | |
| Amass on cubby holes and crawl spaces | |
| UNTRUSTABLE | |
| I'm Harvey Dent double sided with Two-Faces | |
| I killed Jason at Crystal Lake | |
| Stuck a axe in his back and said it was a mistake | |
| Now the legend is dead, but the legacy lives on | |
| Through the blood in my veins every time I spit out a song | |
| I'm Richard Ramirez with bloody eyes | |
| Leave a pussy stolen and swollen with bloody alibis | |
| I'm a cat with 9 lives, a monster with 50 kills | |
| With a shotgun, roamin' the streets of Beverly hills | |
| I'm in your hood like a street siren | |
| Ready for whatever motherfucker if ya thinkin you gonna take mine | |
| Another product of reality | |
| Call it a blemish on the flaw of society's vanity | |
| [CHORUS x2] | |
| If I cut ya tongue out and left mine in it's place | |
| You still couldn't taste what the fuck I say | |
| I'm a split tongue for swallowin razor blades | |
| So I get spit blood with every word I say | |
| I'm poisonous, better check your thermos | |
| Cause I spikin' all the coffee at your funeral service | |
| I'm a psycho bad boy, all no-purpose | |
| And I stuff bad bitches like a taxidermist. | |
| [CHORUS x2] |
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