It's time to flip the script Because my days are no longer numbered I'm free motherfucker And I'm rollin' like a hummer Kickin and hitting I'm flippin and dippin My life is so obscure That Tim Burton's already scriptin I'm a nightmare on your street A demon out the pit I rise up out the ground Grab the microphone and spit You can call me Beelzebubb Satan, Lucy or the beast But all of my homies call me Warren Peace I'm a threat to the world But no more threats on my life I'm free motherfucker And not an ounce of spite No more gunshots Flying over my head No more punk motherfuckers wanting me dead I'm alive today because of me and not you The coast is clear bitch I'm back with my crew It's me and Mickey Napalm breakin' mics on this album Fuckin with ya mind harder than An overdose of valium Have you walkin' with a limp Like ya name was Doctor House And talkin high pitched Like you were Mickey Mouse So just drop the fucking case You're never gonna catch me The coast is clear bitch You wanna fucking test me? I'm back up to my grind And I'm hard to the core I'm a sick motherfucker And I'm winning this war Fuck God Fuck Jesus And fuck you're holy ghost I'm the real fucking spirit The ghost with the most

By day I'm one thing by night another but when the time comes I can count on my brother my number one homie from across the way to hook me up for real any time a day I'm like superman and he's bizarro Little did you know we're the tag team of tomorrow Unorthodox at times But we do what we do We kick ass, face back lash Without the help of a crew Just me an mickey Sickly dealing with these lames By the end of this song, you'll remember the name No more foes, stepping out against the team I was told to stand up And fight for what I dream So I do what I do My skills, they overwhelm And when I bust this bitch I will tip it from the helm You can't stand up and face the day When evil will collapse and I stand to say Fuck all you hatin motherfuckers Who try to oppress my game When I rise up from the ashes I will destroy all you lames I'm not just a face, I'm the name It's still the same Warren Peace, get a piece Can't be unfurled And I don't give a fuck I'm not from this world I step up to the scene Mean green and I'm hulkin out Fuckin with my team Will make me fiend and get my bulkin out Attack of the fifty foot Scripter with a note book Tripping on this shit Don't mean shit Because I don't care to look Ahead in my own story Cuz I know how it ends I'm dead or I'm lost Either way, I won't bend When I approched Napalm In hopes of collaboration He said fuck yeah We broke out And shit just ain't the same

WARREN PEACE: It's ya boy Warren Peace And It's time to wreck shop When I stepped up on the scene Fake rappers got dropped I'm a magician in this game Because fake emcees disappear Like Chris Angel in Los Vegas Except people are liking what they hear My lines come across obnoxious and mean I'll chew ya face off like my name was Rudy Eugene I'm a motherfucking fiend And my flows are fucking dope Why don't you pull a Carradine And grab a fucking rope Aurally I'm a genius Audibly I'm a ghost I'm a trendsetter You bed wetter And you're gonna get choked If you try to fuck with me You'll catch a blade in ya neck I'm a grown ass man and you will get wrecked I don't play no games I just step up to the grind And if you don't like it You'll catch a k-bar in ya spine This ain't a game So forfeit while you got the chance This ain't no club music To make ya ladies wanna dance This is real fucking hip-hop With a godless epidemic I don't kid around, 'Cause the shit I spit is wicked Once I've kicked you down Mickey Napalm gets his turn Because some motherfuckers Just wanna watch the world burn MICKEY NAPALM: Me and Warren Peace we got the same disease Cursed to dissect and disrespect all you whack emcees Half human, half empty, half Gnarly, half Mickey All I see on mtv is empty emcees I do not envy Plenty of you are very capable Of something more entertaining than this shit you pull This basic cable the same famous fable Stacks of cash and blow on yer living room table Is enough to just make you think you able to maybe break through But you sign all the papers, they break you, then they rape you And shape you into that which is not you, Cellophane, see through, hate you I can only attack you cuz you whack dude You trapped dude, hamster wheel attached to the end of a vacuum Bug trap, zap you, no daps dude, yer trax they aint crack dude Ask ya mamma to reach back and smack you, don't talk back dude Go back to where I ask you to cuz your trax smellin straight doo-doo And im venom carnage ancient tongue voo doo, spittin so coo-coo Watch the world burn and I laughed dude, cuz I have to

I COME FROM A PLACE SO BIZARRE AND FAR AWAY YOU COULDN'T EVEN REACH IT WITH A MASTER STAR GATE TAKE ME BACK TO WHERE I BELONG AND UNDERSTAND THE ORIGINS OF THIS SONG BREATHING MACHINES HOOKED UP TO A BONG SNORTIN UP AMPHETAMINE CHEMICAL STRUCTURES TIL OUR NASAL FACE BONES RUPTURE WE DISRUPT YA, A CRITICAL, TYPE OF HEAD RUSH, CRACK CRUSH, CRIPPLING FORCE POWER OF 1000 HOUNDS, LEAVE YOU DEAF FROM THE SOUND, POUND FOR POUND 1K STEED HORSE POW, CRUSH YOU DESTROY YOUR FRIENDS AND EXTENDED FAMILY THEY AIN'T WORTH A DAMN TO ME, i'M DAMAGING ANYONE THAT STANDS NEAR TO ME AND IF THEY DEAR TO ME, YOU QUEERS WILL BE HANDLED MOST CANDIDLY AND i EXPECT YOU'D BE FEARING ME NOW, NOW, NOW LISTEN HERE, YALL A BUNCH OF RAPPING QUEERS I DON'T CARE IF YOU A STEER, DUCK, BUCK OR DEER, YOU'RE DEAD MEAT ME, GET IT i GRIND THAT BEEF, HA YER TRAXS STINK TO ME, PUSSY RAPPIN PFFFT QUEEF GIVE ME AN ALEVE, i NEED SOME RELIEF FROM THIS BULLSHIT I SEE ITS GOT MY HEAD HURTIN, GOT MY CROWN POUNDIN TRYING TO REVERSE IT WITH MY SICK BOOM BAP SOUNDS AND IF YOU AINT DOWN WITH IT YOU CAN GET YER HEAD SPLIT TILL THE BRAIN DRIPS, I'LL SERVE IT AT YER FUNERAL SEERVICE, COLD OR IN HEAT WITH MEAT ON 2 SLICES WHOLE WHEAT, CALL IT WHAK RAP SANDWICH, GET YOUR WHOLE CLAN SQUISHED BEAT OVER THE HEAD WITH A CAN OF MANWICH CALL YOURSELVES RAPPERS, NOT SOMETHING i CAN STAND WITH AM I CLEAR YOU UNDERSTAND THIS, WHEN iM THRU YER WHOLE GENOME IS BANISHED FROM THE WHOLE PLANET vanish vanish from the whole planet whack rappers have been banished cant stand it, stand it whack rappers shut yer mouth and can it, cuz i cant stand it im an extreme extreme example of the bass snare and samples evolution here to put a damper on all you shit rappers, got them pampers gettin rid the pollution on all levels, the scent, sight, and sound of you dimished extinguished ended and finally finished just in time for a hearty wholesome healthy dinner cuz im the bread winner I got the bacon, got the ham salami and the bass snare quakin tsunami cant stop me im a fucking canibal bath salts and pop rocks mentality fluid never tangible but realize we're here, we'll fucking handle you, dismantle you got a hoard thats ready to trample you pompous fool we got hand saws and power tools, razor blades and commercial grade chemicals and we'll use them to reduce you down to fragmented decimals and then stomp you like feminist rape victims do testicals

I'm a telepathic, psychopathic, crack addict, goin to band practice in an abandoned addict, asked my mom to grab my back pack and pack it with a book of match sticks, a package of plastic explosive, no onell notice, flow atrocious, spewing noxious obnoxious fumes steadily breathing toxins dude, smoke a dooby dude, munchie fuel, scooby Dooby doo, you a gay rapper, any cockle doo, stop it dude, bottle rockets at the moon, high noon, see ya soon I'm dr doom come with a monsoon of crazy shit, raccoon city couldn't hang with this tangle with these tendrils tentacles get yer dreads pulled get fed a bucket full of hot lead you hot head, won't get you wetted cuz you can't suffer dead who cares about street cred the whole streets dead the whole streets unfed, but they ain't really hungry for knowledge they hungry for hot shit from Snot kid talkin some nonsense walkin on shelled eggs a bunch of egg heads brain dead talkin that same shit lame spit plain types all get vanquished