Oh my god, fucking bombaclot,
I'm hard as Kenard, The little boy who shot Omar in The Wire
Til I pull you out the fucking storybook and stomp on ya
Fucking fictional characters and fairytales
Prepare yourself for Captain America on ferris wheels
But it ain't fiction, it's fact, boy, beware it's real
On lyrics, you will equal zilch to a hero shield
And to that boy I upsetted that said he was better
I bet that he's never seen Freddy in that black and red little sweater
Back better than ever, the cheddar shredder, the grater
The beef grinder, I'll settle vendettas a little later
Giving haters incubators, think you made a mistake
like a thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham
cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam
flavor my favorite graham craackers with jonbenet rams'
I guess a modern day jack the ripper is all that i am
the time has come, to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder
I've hadda enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her
then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter, and batter her
with the bat, a matter of fact, that will splatter her
but before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her
give her 2 compliments back to back like tabitha
Im your secret admirer, I'm back to ravage ya
so strong is your fight, but you're no match for dracula
prolongin' her pipe, as I go back to stabbing her
dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her
zoom in with the lens, then pan back the camera
stand back, cuz here comes your man jack, so pamela bring the music box
We may blow, no, not even C-P-R from the EMT
Can help you to resuscitate, You bustas must be flustered, wait
You can't cut the mustard, What's your problem, can't you bust a grape?
(*chk chk*) What's my name? Shady came to crush the game
Instantly, not even fair to them cause they pale in comparisions
So much they might as well wear a skin, don't you wish you could just share his pen?
Cause this shit is getting embarrasing, the fog is thick and the air is thin
We're in the indigo winnebago with tinted windows
Ferocious as we proceed to beat up the block with your hoe
With speakers knocking, it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc
Can proceed to drop me and hop out the vehicle and knock on your door
Who'da knew the budda do to me what it's done
Such cynicism when this isn't in my system
Blood hypnotism, lift a spliff up to my lips son
So much on my hands, I got to give my kids a fist bump
Always, you can see him lurking in the hallways
Carcasses of caucasian females in his crawl space
How the hell did he fit them all into such a small place
Man I think she had enough of those pills
Sedate her then I wait, I come back later
Just a clutchin' those steel blades
Baby when I cut ya don't squeal
I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you
I keep hearing voices, like wouldn't ya like
To go and get your butcher knife and push it right through her
While you put your shiskebab skewers into a barbequer
Would you do to her, what you usually do to a
Girl who's skins newer?
In a world of sin you are, this is turning into a
torment tournament of sorts, christmas ornament you are
I'll be sure to ginsu ya, till there's no more skin to ya
Boo ya, who ya think ya fucking with
Duck me cause here he comes again
especially third verse in Music Box and Buffalo Bill
theres so many... Em is back, can't wait for relapse 2.........
