[Intro (Backwards)]
Kill everybody in the house
Get up off your couch
(Gun clicks and laughs)
[Chorus x4]
I'm a nigga that'll hit 'em with shit that'll make
A motherfucker back-flip
Hit ‘em whenever, due any weather with a 9 or Beretta
Doing it better when I hit them with a hatchet
(I be leaving them tongue tied)
[Verse 1]
I'm known for chopping these niggas, so I hit them with the sickness
But I'm keeping it Brainsick in the head as God is my witness
They can all sleep with the fishes, place cut up with the
Razor blade slices
I could stop at once, but twice is nicest
When you up in the crisis stuck with the sicker nigga, thinking 'What the fuck just happened?'
Better take another look at your husband's guts along the cabinet
Niggas think that I'm just rapping, go up and just jibber and jabbering
Run up if you're ready to go against the machete ready for the sticking and stabbing
My house of a thousand corpses
Take a trip with me into Hell's Kitchen
Cut them off at the knee injury, robbing Cupid, they drinking fifth is still itching
Hit them with the faker, no tripping, it's finger-licking and I'm super hungry
Cause I'm up off the sweet and I gotta eat when I got the munchies
Hovering over her with no bungee, jumping like a motherfucker with super
Dave looking for a renegade, to save her twat and fill her pooper
Someone like the reaper, jeepers, creepers, never know who be creeping
Strapped with a mask on my face, hit up at the waist, punch a nigga when he sleeping
Kill everybody in the house
Get up off your couch
(Gun clicks and laughs)
[Chorus x4]
I'm a nigga that'll hit 'em with shit that'll make
A motherfucker back-flip
Hit ‘em whenever, due any weather with a 9 or Beretta
Doing it better when I hit them with a hatchet
(I be leaving them tongue tied)
[Verse 1]
I'm known for chopping these niggas, so I hit them with the sickness
But I'm keeping it Brainsick in the head as God is my witness
They can all sleep with the fishes, place cut up with the
Razor blade slices
I could stop at once, but twice is nicest
When you up in the crisis stuck with the sicker nigga, thinking 'What the fuck just happened?'
Better take another look at your husband's guts along the cabinet
Niggas think that I'm just rapping, go up and just jibber and jabbering
Run up if you're ready to go against the machete ready for the sticking and stabbing
My house of a thousand corpses
Take a trip with me into Hell's Kitchen
Cut them off at the knee injury, robbing Cupid, they drinking fifth is still itching
Hit them with the faker, no tripping, it's finger-licking and I'm super hungry
Cause I'm up off the sweet and I gotta eat when I got the munchies
Hovering over her with no bungee, jumping like a motherfucker with super
Dave looking for a renegade, to save her twat and fill her pooper
Someone like the reaper, jeepers, creepers, never know who be creeping
Strapped with a mask on my face, hit up at the waist, punch a nigga when he sleeping
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