This is just basically a hybrid song of hip hop with some metal feels. It's not meant to really represent anything, just a lot of weird flows for a hip hop meets different styled music.

(TV channel change)
Guy #1: Hey guess who I talked to today.
Guy #2: Who?
Guy #1: Bofa'.
Guy #2: Who?
Guy #1: Bofa' Deeznuts! (canned laughter)

(TV channel change)
Zombies: Brains (chanting)
Mike: Run Marry Ann!
Marry Ann: Micheal!
Mike: Go!!! (female scream)

(TV chanel change)
Anouncer: Buy new and improved Chia Hair, just watch those annoying
          bald spots dissapear when you apply...

(TV channel change)

Dick: This is a channel 7 special report. We have received news that
      a small group of people have escaped from the local sanitarium.
      Live at the scene is reporter Lisa Canvel.
Lisa: Thanks Dick. I'm here in Taminy Square where it's just total 
      chaos. Alarms are going off, broken glass in the streets, cars
      overturned and blazing, vulgar graffiti everywhere, and the city
      is in a state of panic.
Dick: Is thier any details of these individuals?
Lisa: No information could be found on these lunatics. I'm standing
      here with chief of police captains officer Gordon Scott. Captain
      what details can be told on these criminals?
Gordon: Well we are not exactly sure who they are except, one of them
        is wearing a homicidal looking hockey mask. They're destroying
        everything, windows, cars, buildings, stre...
Little Girl: (screams) My bycical! They ripped the basket off my 
              bycical!
Gordon: Everyone! Lock your doors and stay in your homes! These people
        are not normal! They're sick! Twisted! They're...they're...
        PSYCO!!!


YO!
Bust the mic and kick the PA,
We're takin ya out just like Tre' Cool
cuz we got fat skills 
and if ya stick around 
you'll get your fill like 7-11
we do the 24/7
and like 311
we got the 1-8-7,
cuz when a cop rolls by we all scream
PORK!
Oink-oink pig! Oink-oink pig!
Run around graveyards lookin' for freinds
unleash 'em in the central
of the residential.
Gettin silly on the trigger but it's on safety.
Self-destruct
not sure maybe I'll give an answer
with a twitch in my eye,
cuz I bust hands the way I bust rhymes,
and I bust hands the way I bust rhymes!
GO!

Look in my eyes and tell me that I'm wicked.        
We all be psyco and we all be kickin it.      (2x)

Excuse me class
may I have your attention
for just 1 second,
Don't make me get up and use my
weapon of choice,
in the streetlight.
Nunchuck, slinky, tank, or axe,
It don't matter,
you all be taken out tonight!
Streakin' through streets
while laughin' at freaks
covered in bed sheets of
Willy Coyote's outline
on the concrete.
SPLAT!
Rewind, let's repeat.
SPLAT!
Parents don't like us
cuz they don't know
Good for them,
they're always like,
that's 1 crazy mutha'-OH!
Ya can't commit now
whatcha can't catch.
Oh what's that?
Are ya gettin' jelous?
or are just mad
cuz I stole your Lexus wit' a phat ride
in the back section
bustin out the trunk
and we all be singin'...

Don't trip on the carpet
when the trippin's not lethal.
Time for invasion
for club reputation.
Backdoor entrance
everybody wins.
Lets play C4 dodgeball
and you can be on skins.

Look in my eyes and tell me that I'm wicked.       
We all be psyco and we all be kickin it.      (2x)

Take ya out at every angle.
We all laugh as ya kick and strangle,
do bum rushes like the Cincinnatti Bangles,
I run like OJ, and you Mr. Bojangles.
The children of the world
need a place ta play,
so lets give em noise makers
from the N.R.A. ta go...
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Play with matches,
and run with scissors
no more holy water thanks
I'd rather be a sinner like Ginger Fish.
We keep the party goin', and it don't stop
Any other imitation is just a crock.
Keep me in a cell, and I'll bust the locks.
Play with electric ya bound ta get
SHOCKED! SHOCKED! SHOCKED!
Well I do voodoo for my tricks,
I'll pull a rabbit out my hat then throw it at'cha! 
Superstar singin lyrics like,
I'm the best of the best
with snot rockets, flingin' out ya door.
Do ya know where ya eyes are? (yeah) 
Well put a pencil in em! (YEAH!)

Oh...wait...stop...stop the song dude...
"wha..what?!"
I lost my contact lens. I can't continue.
"WHAT?!"
Aw, no wait, I found it.
"Phew..."

Back on the skids
and doin' flips,
on the top of blimps
slippin' on patato chips.
Detinating bilboards
like the big bad wolf.
We'll huff and puff and
blow ya all ta kingdom come!
I got red eyes but it
don't mean I'm bad.
I'm not an alien
but got ray guns in hand.
People runnin through the streets
screamin like banshee's
and everytime they see me it's like,
OH...OH MY GOD!
Like Black and Decker
the only home wrecker,
I juggle rhymes,
like a lyrical jester.
Takin' over the town,
wreckin' that we see
and we love it when we hear people come
runnin' and screamin'.
OH MY GOD!
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM!

Look in my eyes and tell me that I'm wicked.
We all be psyco and we all be kickin it.       (6x)

Kickin it!!!     (4x)

Gordon: Won't the madness ever stop!