86: (-ed, n. to be cut off)

Flip the switch to begin the ass whipping

Somebody's gonna die tonight

Scanning memory, this position's somewhat blurred

Step down you just ran out of luck

Learn how to keep your stink hole shut

The wicked imagery is freed, I'm on a another killing spree

Won't give up I hope the helicopters see me

Like a maniac fucked up on scotch, with a upside down cross tattooed on his forehead

[I'm] spinning around the corner, increasing the grand total to 374 people dead

Addiction squinting my eyes

Losing track of all time

The level's almost over

Got this callous on my thumb, all my fingers have gone numb

Can't turn away

So this is what it comes down to: bottom of the ninth,

And we have no score. They called me from the bullpen

Their starting pitcher complaining he is sore

Like a pimp slapping a bitch,   I threw a purpose that bounced off of your head

Over the wall. In hopes of injuring your best hitter so I don't face him tomorrow

That's about the time the screen froze up, signifying the day was through

Pissed off and high, both at the same time

Out the window my sony play station flew

Addiction squinting my eyes

Losing track of all time

The level's almost over

Got this callous on my thumb, all my fingers have gone numb

Can't turn away

Addiction squinting my eyes

Losing track of all time

The level's almost over

Got this callous on my thumb, all my fingers have gone numb

Can't turn away