Chorus
Murder Murder Murder
Kill Kill Kill
Im quite strange they say Im quite ill
Verse 1
Im a basketcase, Im sure your path is demented
All this anger inside needs to be vented
Hey, yo dont be offended, when I slashin ya face
Im doin you a favor punk you off to a better place
A nutcase wit a taste for torture
A bloody butcherknife is in my hand ready to slaugher
I oughta get treatment for my sick mind
I saw my therapist Dr. Doom and he said Im fine
But Im about to watch you suffer kid
Strap you in a chair and put toothpicks in ya eyelids
Prying them open till you can't sleep for weeks
In ya own fecal matter, is all you can eat
And then for a treat, I might slice ya neck
Or maybe stab ya chest you'll be beggin for death yes
When I write lyrics I dont need a pen or a pad
I just grab a knife and start to stab
And on my wall in drippin blood I write my rhymes
I got eyeballs hangin on my porch like windchimes
And if you think thats sick, just open my fridge
I got two heads, a torso, and a couple limbs
In my trash bin I filled to the rims
With blood and guts, what the fuck, life is pretty grim
Severed heads scattered all over my lawn like a cabbage patch
I grab a ax, I kick ya nuts like a hackey sack
And thats a fact, I got the innovation that you lack
A wacky jack in a crappy act, singin happy raps
But if its sinister then thats a different story
Fuck keep it real man I'd rather keep it real gory
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Verse 2
Dont try to understand the sick talk
Im runnin down the street with dead babies on a pitch fork
A bitch talk I dont hesitate to stab her
Then I'll grab her, put her in the trunk of an Impala
Then I take her out, I drag her in the house
The funs about to begin I take my tools out
Now, I put the knife inside her gently drag it down her tummy
Surprise surprise this ones an expecting mommy
I remove the fetus and I put it in a jar
Pull out some vital organ like the spleen and pumpin heart
I rap it up and put it in a bag so I can take
It to work tomorrow eat it on my lunch break
This is great and the fun is just startin
I rap intestines, all around my apartment like garland
Look down at the hollow corpse a pretty sight
Kiss her on the cheek now its time to say goodnight
Now who's that sleepin in my bed
It's a dead body wit no head
Skin is turning grey, starting to decay
Smellin really bad, but I like it that way
Get under the covers, hug her cuz I love her
First thing in the morning I guess I'll dispose of her
Click on the TV before I go to sleep
The news says two kids have been missing for weeks
If they only knew one was dead floating down the creek
And the other one is in my torture chamber as we speak
Im unique and Im sick abstract in the thoughts in my head
Im crazy I wanna see you dead wanna
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