[First beat, Easy Rider by Action Bronson, produced by Party Supplies]
[Verse 1: Sideshow Brian]
Chef in the kitchen, frying bitches on the skillet
You do not understand me cause I'm always fucking itching
I'm saying I'm a cannibal, bitch, so what?
I think I'll eat the creampie out of a slut
This is my modern day holocaust, in the ambiance
She made my kitchen smoke more than a fucking broke exhaust
I cut her nipples off and put them on a pizza
I say 'It's nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you'
I'll take her prolapsed ass and rip the colon out
Chop her head off
And make her blood spill like a water fountain
Got some blood on my new Khaki pants
Even though she's dead she'll have to listen to my rants
I pre-heat the oven to 350 degrees
Watching Trainspotting while I'm puffing on the trees
My parents walked in and smelt the burning flesh
I'm innocent, but what the fuck do you know about dignity, your ignorant
[Break]
3, 2, 1, Dale!
[Verse 2: Dale Nasty]
Cyanide and Silicone, go ahead and run on home
Tell your mom to pick up the phone
With a lead pipe, she get domed
All the bitches say I'm the one, slap her shit, it's so fun
Slicing up her belly, blast her with my fucking loaded gun
Brain stew, have a few
Chopping up bodies with my homies and my crew
Bust a nut, fuck a slut, have another brew dude
Killing faggots with my fort-ay
Wow dude, that's what I say
Leave a scent, trail, bitches go my way
Calcium deficient, my legs are about to crack
Cut a bitch up, meat stacks, they're in my backpack
Fuck 'em with my dick, cause I ain't a boy, dude!
[Break then transitions into John Lennon's 'Imagine'.]
[Hook: John Lennon]
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
[Verse 1: Sideshow Brian]
Dale is a fucking walking paradox
No he's not, never mind his wheelchair runs the fucking block
I'm locked up, but I keep the bitches locked down
Take her, flip her over, lower back, and leave that blah-dow
Ass backwards, Chris Cross
Fresh as fuck bitch, Chris Bosh
Italians selling my fish sauce, I jack off and get ripped off
I told Dale join my server and let me serve him
He told me there's is no room for motherfucking Cornish game Hens
I said, 'Dale, what the fuck does that mean?'
Our whole 'tard team is tearing through dark jeans
With the denim Taylor's let me work her so I nail her
I'm a jackhammer bitch, dimmer than your average gamer
Just to let you know, we set fire to this album
And we'll tell you how it goes until the sirens hit Montana
The cannibal chronicles, we smoke chronic bowls
Poison ivy, leaves of three
Buddha harnessing my chi
The B-R-I-AN, I goes all in
Spitting catchy flows while you bitches B-Ballin'
Still relevant, Buffalo 66
All I know is getting head and cashing checks till I'm dead
The T-Trio, Cyanide and Silicone
Here to take the rap game and bring it all home, (bitch)
They took the big toe so I tagged the tongue
Burnt the house down, took the cash, then I run
We them boys your bitch is banging through her 'Beats'
And if you think we're going down you better hold
On to
Your seats, bitch!
[Hook: John Lennon]
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us, only sky
[Verse 2: Dale Nasty]
Wheelchair bound, and I'm out of town
I'm lost bitch, but I'm never found
Dumb-fucks back with a hot one, yeah
A new EP, come and get you some, son!
Bright yellow sky, in a cold dark mind
I'm in the corner crying, I ain't hard to find
There's no time, to waste on you
I can't go through, get out of my head, dude!
I killed my last fetus, and all I want to do is sing
I don't answer the phone, I never hear it ring
I'm tied up like a hog in my brain, man
I never mean to kill, I know it's insane
The game, it's a hard one to play
Feelings of killing, would you please go away?
I hardly have control of my emotions
My therapist says to just listen to sounds of the ocean
[Hook: John Lennon]
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us, only sky
