The Killing Jar - Children of the Damned, Lee Scott, Barebase

I keep humans in a giant jar

And each week my favourite subjects get decapitated with a iron bar

I ain’t no rising star, the most deranged of rodent

I spray deodorant till it runs out, inside a car

Which I must have stolen, and for my sins

I should be strapped to a rusty anchor and pushed in the fuckin' ocean

Coz I’m in love with boastin' about how I’d like to cut you open

Mr Wrong, the bastard son of Odin

A guy with the mind of a grouch

Strange ain’t the word for having body parts stashed down the side of my couch

And naming every fly in my house after a gangsta rapper

A sick joker, for laughs I bath in an acid tanker

I ain’t up in the club

I’m in the basement scratchin' at my face with this jagged dagger I covered in

blood

My brain’s loading soundtracks of Beethoven when I’m charged

In the same clothing as the ???

I tax a payphone and chain smoke with blunts

The living dead, stay stoned for months

Destroying the evidence by pouring gasoline on the X-files

I’m vexed coz I see political leaders as reptiles

Twinkle, twinkle little star (Little star)

Welcome to the Killing Jar (the Killing Jar)

Yo, it’s that ???, I drink vodka till I’m paraletic

And start to ramble like Rab C. Nesbitt

A grumpy bastard, I’ll snap my records

Then use the jagged edges to slash your neck with

???

is reckless, I operate on paramedics

After necking several bottles of anaesthetic

A mad man that’s ambidextrous

So in my eyes, I have an extra hand to stab your head with

Yo, I juggle with live hand grenades and kegs

Rattle snakes, Stanley blades and alligator heads

An awkward doctor, all my practice patients dead

From amputating their legs with a jagged bayonet

I am a major pest, hiding in your shadow with a razors edge

Wearing a mask of lacerated flesh

Raps insanest yet

I’ll jump off a building and just before hitting the ground, slap the face of

death

But snap and break my neck

And dig my own grave, but make a mess of it and accidently raise the dead

I’m mumbling assassination threats

Clutching my brain, drunk off my face off a can of mace and ???

Twinkle, twinkle little star (Little star)

Welcome to the Killing Jar (the Killing Jar)

They predicted the birth of prophet

Bollocks, I shot to Earth on a comet with the intent to rid the world of its

chronic

I murdered Adonis and took his place

So if I see your bird and she’s on it, she’ll be swearing the topic

Of how I had her standin', slammin' her face to the bonnet

The best night of her life, I did it for the purse in her pocket

Tearing her locket, I’m sick

Drenchin' every single member of your clique when I’m hurling a vomit

I’m cursed and demonic

I roll to church with a bomb in a hearse in a coffin, the ??

got murdered for

nothing

Shakes made him surf a toboggan, tied to a Merc clockin'

186 down the ???

triple 6, with no purpose of stoppin'

I tax the ???

amount of cash, burn your council flat down to ash

???

your house with bats and kick you out your pad

Like, close your mouth you twat, I’m doubtin' that

You could ???

the lad who could’ve blagged an ounce of crack into Alcatraz

???, whether you remain alive or not

A medieval fucker

Pullin' ideas out of my head after being scalped with a greasy pizza cutter

Twinkle, twinkle little star (Little star!)

Welcome to the killing jar (the killing jar!)