Welcome to the Dark Side

Verse 1:
Welcome to the Dark Side, your own personal hell
Where I wanna kill emcees and everybody else as well
The only guidance that I ever got was from under my bed
Up in the middle of the night from the mouth of a wicked clown's head
And that explains it all, like grade 5
When I utilized a Lotus cross and had my bullies crucified
Ya messing with sporadic and psychopathic anomalies
A manic assassin under the Carnival's monopoly
Welcome to the house before the cemetery
Tenants are me, V, Ghostface; villainous, very
Ready with the verbal of weaponry for the rats
Hip to picking and spitting at those that rep' the axe
I never knew that my future could be like this
When I was just a child I didn't believe in bliss
Then six years ago I discovered a new click
Now I'm running with a hatchet, a hatchet and the hardest dick
Verse 2:
Welcome to the mentality of a child of the damned
Mentality of a renegade without a Father's master plan
Spitting; the belly of the beast up in the southeast
Hungry like the fallen at a Day Of The Dead feast
Welcome to the reality of insanity; clarity it holds
For this down-forever 23 year old
Down with the Clown and Twiztid Serial Killaz
Down with the power the Carnival brings its illest
Down with a smile and middle fingers on high
See me rapping in acid rain due to fire in the sky
And I don't give a fuck what these arrogant fools say
I'm a rebel with a cause and the force to bring on Judgement Day
That ain't a dis', it's a stone-cold fact
'Cos I'm bigger than that and I'm bigger than just rap
I'm phat with a "ph"; psychopathic's my science
The underground is my lab and the Juggalos are my clients
And it goes like this
Like this, ah!
Verse 3:
3, 2, 1, here I come, beat banging to make ya numb
As I roll through ya hood looking to redrum
Dummies in crash tests, a smashed breast, a fuck less
I could give while miles are set alight; it's a process
Rolling with the freaks residing outta society
Ya know me, if it ain't for notoriety
It is for nothing and I ain't bleeding for that
So I'm popping balloon heads like Muphin; see me wind it back
The axe bloodletting to let Bendigo know
It's been going down in this town since DSP's first show
Fuck the haters; I put it to both sides
Like crossfaders then throw it up and down like carnival rides
Don't sleep; the clowns are here to creep
And eat ya bitch's cotton candy if ya so much as blink at a freak
It's central Victoria's glorious morbid slaughterer
Don't look at DSP like that; this was ya mother fucking order!