[Verse 1: Fubar]
Wicked as they come, listening to Pun
While I drag body parts trying to fit them in my trunk
Living in the slums, city where I'm from
You'd get your head cut off while lifting up a gun
I am infinitely nuts, you hate when I show up
The minute that you run get your face and your throat cut
Incision in your lungs, pray that I don't thrust
And stick it in your gut just to bathe in the cold blood
It's like the scene from "The Shining"
Blood in the hallways, indeed it is frightening
I know you're skeptical, it seems like I'm lying
But I'm not, I actually live and breathe what I'm writing
Spitting hot flames
Rationalize by saying everything that I've done I did in god's name
Legеnd has it I am death and torment
Headlеss horseman I am Ichabod Crane
Since the age of fourteen
Swinging a machete like I'm Jason Voorhees
Welcome to my humble abode, window frames and doors keep
Moving like it's a maze but more bleek

[Chorus: Fubar]
You find it enticing
Try and analyze, lose you're life in the crisis
Mind is a vice grip
Enter at your own risk knowing that people tend to die when inside it
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