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Look here comes Jason, stab wounds in your face son
I'm the crazed one, when it's friday the 13th, I will go insane son
You see me at every murder scene
Got more power than Michael Myers
No I'm not a liar, caught you in the shower
You live on Elm Street and I will visit you in your sleep
Fuck Freddy, he's not ready, I'll make him sweaty
Maybe I'm paled but Ghostface looks scared to death
Chucky is a real fucking mess, little cute doll
I throw that pussy into the wall, bounce that thing like a fucking basket ball
Grab the butcher knife, butcher you in the night
Slaughter your soul, but keeping your life
I'm making you ill, I'm that creepy satanic voice in Amityville
This skin jacket is made of Buffalo Bill, I'm the cannibal
Not you Hannibal, I silence the lambs
Make them into a different kind of ham
I rip up Jack, stab him from the back
Beat him in the face, till his eyes are black
I take this plane and hijack, and crash it into the sacred house
Watch when I tear it down, so much insanity
Kill Ted Bundy, cut him the tummy
He was a dummy, to my master I say, what's the matter honey
Sick of me, biggest emcee, is what I am see
Biggest psycho, with this verse I just killed
Jason, Freddy, Ghostface, Chucky and Michael
Buffalo Bill, Jack the Ripper, Ted Bundy and Hannibal
I make them look like typical criminals
Take liters of their blood in my swimming pool
Take a bath in it, take Norman's brain and spin it
Take a cheval, lift it, smash it in his head
I like when everybody is dead, brains that hang
And dangle from their necks, broken legs
Broken ankle joints, this is the breaking point
This bitch screams and make a lot of noise
I'll bring out my toy, grab her and stabbing her
I'm the rawest slasher when I slatter her, matter of fact my brother
Tape this with his phone camera, spit on my grave bitch
I spit on your name and your brain bitch
Think you're brave, but you ain't
My flow is like Slim Shady, so crazy
He's the greatest emcee to ever have touched a mic
Insane in the brain, his lyrics are like a big light
Helps me to get through the night
Helps me in my fights, inspire me to write
What I write, and I wrote this right
From the crazy brain, you other rappers are lame
Who should we blame, you tell me
Now you're about to witness me
The one and only twisted me
Annons
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