THE GRIMM RAPPER Copyright 2003 Words and Music by NED ALLEN ROUSE Tell your mom and tell your pop my sickle's gonna' make them drop If you're sick or feeling ill I've come to help plant you on that hill I've been around for all the wars doing all my mortal chores Walked with slaves tucked in kings they've all felt my sickle’s sting I'm the Grimm Rapper your name is in my little black book I'm the Grimm Rapper and no one gets you off my hook (Yawn,,, Spit) I'm in the nursery and the rest home I bring you bad news through the phone With one hand on the dial and one on your heart we'll take a stroll into the dark I'm in your stove in your house wires between your foot and gas pedal and in your tires I sleep in your food in preservatives I'm the sal in manila and the bacteria that gives I'm the Grimm Rapper I'm afraid your Cadillac and jewels will have to stay I'm the Grimm Rapper you all come in and go out the very same way (Break it down!) I've booked you on a pleasure cruise I'll be seen on the evening news All of them reporters with their mini-cams are numbered too like pickled hams I've cut many crops before their fruition laying waste to starving nations I play with the knobs on life support like game-show wheels it's my favorite sport I'm the Grimm Rapper let's see are you going up or going down I'm the Grimm Rapper do you mind if I bring my plague into your town (Yo!) I enter banks wrapped around a gun when each bullet I've kissed is looking for fun On the edge of a knife I enter you and anyone else whose time is due If you want to hang I'll take you chair we'll set and dangle while you gasp for air When you're high on a ledge faced with the truth I introduce myself then push you I'm the Grimm Rapper can your child come out and play I'm the Grimm Rapper I think today may be your day (Whoowah!) I've dropped with bombs I've sunk with ships joined your soul through poisoned lips Suicide bombers are but mere piñatas to me as I work to whack them with TNT If you are tired or getting old I'll give you a hand one that's cold (Arrgghh!) I'm a dancer with cancer a burner a chiller also the counter of a serial killer I'm the Grimm Rapper I think I'll find and clog an artery I'm the Grimm Rapper now eat that piece of grisle hanging on your meat (Cool the band down behind me boys!) While waiting for my visit don't you know sometimes I'll get bored sometimes I go And you'll get to live to a ripe old age to find I've just squeezed you onto another page I'm the Grimm Rapper I'll be seeing you in a few I'm the Grimm Rapper don't let me break a nail while doing you (Arrgghh!) (Throw me the stiff!)

PSYCHO Copyright 2002 Words and Music by NED ALLEN ROUSE So loud my friend want the neighbors to hear Complained the last time you broke that full length mirror Makin’ no sense scare all the neighbors away Left all alone into the blood of another day Wouldn’t you prefer a fight someone to cause you pain Someone cut you with a knife but you don’t remember it again You’re a Psycho and you’ve got more violence to spare You’re a Psycho and no knew it was there Laughing man of man plaster cracked up room Tumble weeds of dust must have missed that broom Dirty dishes depress broken window frame Fist smashed in wall stinking dripping drain Every ego has a lie when lies are all you are When you know you’re not a man you have to prove it with a car Your apartment just insults your way of life Your apartment makes you beat your wife come on Johnny be good Your sister tried to help you and you tried to kill her child When you’re gone for good her husband will only smile Why don’t you pack you bags and take off with your fist Why aren’t you the man they know you’re father is Peter Lorre wasn’t there it was your wife and child’s eyes No one really likes to live so give them their surprise You’re a psycho you’ll always blend in at Halloween You’re a Psycho so cruel and so mean There’s another fire in your driveway Another shadow in your heart Another victim screaming Another life you’ve ripped apart go Johnny go

THE MARK OF THE BEAST Words and Music 2003 Copyright by NED ALLEN ROUSE Will he have the charisma of Kennedy Will he have the look of a priest He won’t look like a devil But have the mark of the beast He won’t be carrying a pitchfork Have a red tail or horns in the least He’ll be loved by so many millions But have the mark of the beast They’ll believe he’s their savior Because he’ll light up their dark His ideas they’ll agree with From that head with the mark No, you're God No, you're God You need to know and know your God You need to know and know your God Know your God Know your God You'll need to know and know your God You'll need to know and know your God When he asks them to serve him They’ll blindly agree And he’ll give them his dark love Six times three Yeah And after all that they do for him They’ll be betrayed at the feast And rewarded with eternal Hell The mark of the beast The mark of the beast