I'm like a ghost in your house, paranormal activities//
Yeah you'll see at your vicinity there's no chance of you killing me//
I can't die twice, I am dead inside already//
If you're coming at me steady you will meet my machette//
I'm choppin' off your arms and then I'll dice up your head//
You can drop your firearm, and burn up all the lead//
Call the cops, and warn the neighbour's//
I shot your daughter 'cause I wanted to rape her//
This vapour is green, I'll pour it in the spleen//
Rot the insides out, this isn't boring to me//
Watch 'em spit out their guts, this is a story to me//
And then I'll hit out that slut, metaphorically for fucking with me//
This shit is troubling, my thoughts are bubbling//
My brain is running and it's finding this funny//
Time's up, story's done, I'll see you all soon//
Steve Spag's the real Jigsaw plotting everybody's tomb//
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