Lyrics Twiztid – Coin Flip Lunatic

I ain’t the one so they calling me number two, and it’s true cause I’m the shit with the attitude of a mosh pit,
I come equipped with a quarter to flip border and 6 short and awake and I can show you just how gory it gets.
I’m all in a twist and I got the id to prove it but the only witness the chainsaw right through him person of interest not me like placy I’m Scot free I’m first in a short line of people where killing is my influence it might be them shoes cause them Nike’s been telling me to do it so somebody hand me the knife please.
I’m bout to loose it like the sleeves on a wife beat.

Lunatic bout to try a chicken by the sea and try the tuna fish bout to drowned a guy and girl, turn around and call it uni-sex.
Snatch his exoskeleton out his body now his body gelatin. that hair trigger is highly delicate,
So you hold me owe me fuck me chump you nosy why I humpty dumped, you know me tie a noose around my ankle I’m gonna bungee jump, always down for homicide.
Riding round with a army gun that’s modified, down to die but I’m trying to keep my style alive.
But I been the tightest when I spit this venomous fire, you can feel it inside your in master gut feeling I’m getting up in-de-side this,
I dig deeper than coal miners gold Midas touch got 90000 plus people throwing lighters up.
Speaking of gold that’s what I might a struck.
Ya’ll are disgusted at how much that I am discussed the reason you got your eyelids shut rock city is what I’m a product of put the district attorney body on lay away so I ain’t got to buy the judge.

Get ready to flip on the coin toss come and dance on the edge of the knife till it split you soul with out a drop of blood loss.
Gonna get that knife, I’m head over heels about it.
If I’m flipping tails your heads in the back pack live without it.
But you can’t, better hoping that I flip a heads instead I leave ya wheel chair bound cause I’m taking both ya legs.
Plastic mechanic, fucking with me they leave with ya stamped.
On a mentally divided decision is in my hand and it’s shining in the night under the light of the moon.
Giving the flip the blades clinking to slash hurdling doom.
Leaving the pussies covered with wounds.
Sinking just how I do cause my knife is like a dick and it loves fucking the wounds of the cuts I leave behind,
I’m sick in my mind and I’m sick in reality.
Supposedly intertwined like both sides of the coin and personality too.
The beginning of the toss will be the end of all of you.