[Jay Reaper]:
I [bad word] into a brickwall and burst that [bad word] open
 The brickwall exploding, I’m smoking
I could start choking myself and not croak then
I once had an overdose coke, I’m still rolling
 Losing my [bad word] We boozed, now we [bad word]  the crew’s in a whip
And we jumped the first dude on some lucifer [bad word] (so what he did)
So he tried to use a [bad word]  I stripped his flesh, abused his [bad word] (Ohh)
The [bad word] had beautiful [bad word]  I slit that wrist then passed her to Skits (Hello)
 See we way passed packing a clip
 I’m a passionate [bad word]  start stabbing your [bad word]  [bad word] hazardous prick
 And I laugh like the pastor herrasing them kids
 See we back in the bussines
 So bad its balistic
 Your limbs and your back look badly constricted!

 [Hook]:
 Kick, Punch, Rip, Stab!
 Grip, [bad word]  Hit, Grab!
 [bad word]  limbs crack!
 Thats a [bad word] 

 Grip, [bad word]  hit, grab!
 Kick, punch, rip, stab!
 Cut guts, chin smashed!
 Thats a [bad word] 

[Dopey Rotten]:
 Step in to the cage and test my warrior mentality
 No casualties multiple fatalities
 I’m battling myself multiple personalities
 If you in the way it’s just a minor technicality
 [bad word] ya nationality, you lack originality
 No eventualities your end is a certainly
 Killing my specialty, your not special see
 These grimey inner city folks yeah we got the recipe
 See us as an enemy we’ll slaughter your family
 I never even heard of human rights and humanity
 Plan moves tactically, do the job happily
 It’s another tragedy that happened randomly
 You want a quick death?
 Jump off the balcony
 My twisted fantasy causes agony
 This killer instinct [bad word] naturally
 [bad word] and step up and then witness [bad word] 
 [Hook]:
 Kick, Punch, Rip, Stab!
 Grip, [bad word]  Hit, Grab!
 [bad word]  limbs crack!
 Thats a [bad word] 
 Grip, [bad word]  hit, grab!
 Kick, punch, rip, stab!
 Cut guts, chin smashed!
 Thats a [bad word] 

[Skits Vicious]:
 Beavis Butts heads with a metal skull
 I got claws, no hands each finger is a tentacle
 My weapon is a wrecking ball
 The way enemy’s splatter is a spectacle
 With the rats I crawl as I tag the wall
 Guess I’m gonna win the tournament after all…
 Above a spike pit we stand on polls
 sucka might slip and his [bad word] will fall
 (Now…) Some call me a cannibal
 Guess the jokes on you, but it sure ain't practical
 My warfare is tactical
 I reach through ya chest with a force that grabs your soul
 I stare at a massive hole
 As you collapse to the floor like a rag doll
 My eye’s melt your remains with a laser beam!
 As I look up at the sky in a rage I scream:
 [bad word]