[Verse 1:]
Blood on my mind and I'm dying to get my knife wet
Trying to bend desire through criminal mindset
All of my victims are live and usual suspects
My subjects follow no pattern, it's just who's next?
So if you're staring in the shadows at night
Wondering what could ever live in there and wanna take your life?
My reply? Just me and a rag of chlorophyll
I gotta butcher knife, a bone saw, and cordless drill
Inside a multipurpose panel in a parked alley side
Then pretend to be passed out and spanked until they bite
Okay here comes a fish up the stream thinking to rob me
That's when his personal forecast became cloudy
With a certain chance of death
My willful knife wield in hand connected with his chest
His eyes then widened as he took in breath
And then exhaled until it wasn't nothing left
[Hook x2:]
Dadada, They calling him a murderer (psycho killer)
Dadada, a psychopathic murderer (psycho killer)
[Verse 2:]
I'm classified as a person with a persona
For bona fide murderer, hunting is my enjoyment
I sit back, collect bodies like unemployment
Cut em up in little of pieces and flushing them down the toilet
And the head you gotta boil until the skin comes off
Or the smell it'll have the fuzz out on yo front lawn
And now you gotta stall cuz the cops are knocking
And piling up in the hall and you can hear they guns cocking
And your hoping it's all just a misunderstandin'
Demandin' to get inside you don't hide or even panic
Manic and outta control they all bust through
And every single one has got a gun on you
Now, what to do, smile and give a laugh
And be glad you had the gas on and prepare for the blast
Before they get a chance to shoot or take the shot
Say fuck the cops, and let the match drop
Blood on my mind and I'm dying to get my knife wet
Trying to bend desire through criminal mindset
All of my victims are live and usual suspects
My subjects follow no pattern, it's just who's next?
So if you're staring in the shadows at night
Wondering what could ever live in there and wanna take your life?
My reply? Just me and a rag of chlorophyll
I gotta butcher knife, a bone saw, and cordless drill
Inside a multipurpose panel in a parked alley side
Then pretend to be passed out and spanked until they bite
Okay here comes a fish up the stream thinking to rob me
That's when his personal forecast became cloudy
With a certain chance of death
My willful knife wield in hand connected with his chest
His eyes then widened as he took in breath
And then exhaled until it wasn't nothing left
[Hook x2:]
Dadada, They calling him a murderer (psycho killer)
Dadada, a psychopathic murderer (psycho killer)
[Verse 2:]
I'm classified as a person with a persona
For bona fide murderer, hunting is my enjoyment
I sit back, collect bodies like unemployment
Cut em up in little of pieces and flushing them down the toilet
And the head you gotta boil until the skin comes off
Or the smell it'll have the fuzz out on yo front lawn
And now you gotta stall cuz the cops are knocking
And piling up in the hall and you can hear they guns cocking
And your hoping it's all just a misunderstandin'
Demandin' to get inside you don't hide or even panic
Manic and outta control they all bust through
And every single one has got a gun on you
Now, what to do, smile and give a laugh
And be glad you had the gas on and prepare for the blast
Before they get a chance to shoot or take the shot
Say fuck the cops, and let the match drop
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