NARCISSIST ​oxxie

[Chorus]
Yeah, got my Ricks on and I'm stainin' him with blood
And I'm pullin' out my cash, that bitch, she wanna count it up
I-i-i-if you see me at your function, then your throat is getting cut
I don't sip that drink, undead blood is in my double cup
Pull up with my Choppa', aim it at yo' head, and shoot
Choke that pussy in his home, his face is turnin' really blue
Cut him up with hatchets, shit is boring, got me goin' snooze
Rather use my hands, the satisfaction really stayin' true

[Verse 1]
G-g-g-g-got my wanted picture, blood-red backdrop
All these bitches whinin' while I'm rappin' at my desktop
Heartagram around neck, we turn him to a lamb-chop
That ho wanna suck me dry, but that's my job, like, bitch, suck
Yeah, I be blowin' out her back now (What?), yeah
I'm a motherfuckin' killer clown (Yeah), yeah
See me runnin' through your fuckin' town
Speaking on my name and we gon' lay that motherfucker down
I got bodies in the basement, I got bodies in the shed
That ho wanna kill herself, she got a gun up to her head
I only attack at night with my claws, I turn him to shreds
Feastin' on her body and I'm feastin' on the livin' dead
Sippin' on that blood, it got me feelin' like an animal
Why you talkin' shit? I got my New Rocks, stompin' on his skull
Sit on top their corpses, I ain't gonna spare a single soul
I just keep on stabbin', that's the reason that my knife is dull
This that murder music, bleedin' out while I record
Go look in the attic, that's where all my blades are bein' stored
If I'm ever caught, then I'ma be sent to the psych ward
Fangs are suckin' that ho dry, I watch her body hit the floor