paroles de chanson The Underground Anthem - Skippy Ickum

So, here's what I'm gonna do
Baby, I'll take you on a scenic cruise
And throw you off the back of the boat
Wearing these cement shoes
I'll end your life because these voices won't give me a choice
I'll pound you till you're sore, just like a whore
And leave that pussy moist
A psychotic, bi-product
Of every evil thing, you've seen inside this world
You want a horror story? Well I got it
Wearing a dead skin mask while I'm blazing
Chasing your punk ass through the woods like Jason
Friday the 13th, Camp Crystal Lake casing
End your life in seconds with the sledgehammer facelift
This is set in stone about to murder, slash your flesh and bone
I'll catch you while you're home alone
And texting on your mobile phone
The devil, the demon, I'll fill you up with semen
And I fill you up with fear until you're screaming, then I cease it
Best believe it, I brought the saw and cut you up in pieces
I'll turn you into food, baby, turn you into feces
So, throw your hands up
Just throw your hands up
If you with me mother fucker
Better raise your damn cups
Cause this is my movement
I spit it ruthless
This ain't hip-hop
This is underground music
So, throw your hands up
Just throw your hands up
If you with me mother fucker
Better spark those damn blunts
Cause this is my movement
I spit it ruthless
This ain't hip-hop
This is horrorcore music
I'm the one coming with sporadic attacks
Got the backpack loaded, with the tools for my craft
I chase you down, and corner you, then chop you in half
I turn around and walk away, and leave your ass in the past
No, I'm not a Juggalo, I'm not a gangster
A sick mother fucker with some bottled-up anger
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Southside Strangler
Every beat I touch, I turn that bitch into a banger
Label me a loner cause it's probably for the best
I hear so many different voices that my thought patterns complex
Most my fan base are haters that I once had to impress
They love the way I get these twisted feelings off my chest
I spit in secret code, I massacre my foes
Then I sit and wait in silence until the moment I expload
If you're not on my team, you better get up out the road
But if you're on my crew, better do just what you're told
And...
Throw your hands up
Just throw your hands up
If you with me mother fucker
Better raise your damn cups
Cause this is my movement
I spit it ruthless
This ain't hip-hop
This is underground music
So, throw your hands up
Just throw your hands up
If you with me mother fucker
Better spark those damn blunts
Cause this is my movement
I spit it ruthless
This ain't hip-hop
This is horrorcore music