and i got bodies in the trunk
some of that cayenne pepper
better keep your eyes on lector
i'm hidin' in your closet with a machete and trash bags
backpack full of that crack that'll make you go hug mommy
but don't make me get that butcher knife cause i do slice
television say i'm a monster
they look at me like i'm ed gein
and givin' bitches head drama
i scrape the skin off your back and make a human skin purse
strange is invited to eat
is that a blunt? roll that
a nigga need to smoke that
i'm tryin' to get my zone back
come close and get yo' neck slit
rippin' shit out and give it as the message
send it out to lynch for dinner and a movie
had the cops confused when they investigate
them niggas gon' have to shoot me
goin' down fightin' on trial if they sue me
pick your face up and hand it to the strangla
it wasn't as bloody as it seems
when it comes to killin' i'm a motherfucking fiend
catch me in the corner with your mother
bath salt nigga i pound the asphalt nigga
and put you in the bottom on the river
but this time i was sniffin' cocaine
12 gauge pointed at my head
what you watchin' get him up
i be havin' bad dreams and i want brains
i'm about to rape your daughter i'm insane
like it's a fucking video game
cause i be cooking the game up
i'm raping and fuckin' the beat
cutting this meat and trizz is invited to eat
i hope you got my plate ready cause it's time to eat
clean all the blood off my face and it's time to sleep
move quick with the swift i'm a fucking ghost
treat bitches like my weed
fuck my ecstasy cause i done been played twice
now i'm trying to cut up them bitches using my steak knife
take the sauce pour it on her ass
have my new bitch join us for dinner
tell lynch to call his girl
grip shit nigga this the sickness for instance
i kill bitches for attention
my idea of fun is fucking dead bodies
this motherfuckers' hidin'
god what's gotten over me?
i hope my angels don't leave who else is going to roll with me?