Die Slow ​sKitz Kraven

(Verse 1)

Pipe down
This is not a game
Sniper rifle
I define the range
Click clack
Now it’s time to bang
Basement downstairs
Where the bodies hang
No friends
Yeah I’m kind of strange
Voices my head
We are not the same
Ten toe’s
I just clogged the drain
I will put you in the ground
Like Saddam Hussein

Look at these rappers
Claiming they’re hard
But they looking so pretty
Talking so silly
Wearing the gold
While chasing a milly
Thinking it’s safe
They know that I’m coming
They’re pumping their breaks
Head in a crate
Welcome to hell
It’s a beautiful place
Don’t mention my name outta frame
My friend
You fuckin with danger
I’ll stitch up your face onto mine
Then find
Your neck on a hangar
Lithium drowning my mind
They’ll find
My heads full of anger
I’m loving the sound of their screams
I’m turning these rappers to singers
Twenty four gallons of blood on the wall
You’d think I’m a painter
Twenty four grams
I’m a line you up
Ain’t talking a taper
When I start cutting you
Please do not scream
You’d be doing a favor
Eating these rappers
Bout three times a day
I do not need a cater