[Intro: Violent J]
Cykosis, are we in the haugh, Cykosis, Cykosis, Cykosis and the wicked clowns
Cykosis, Cykosis, Cykosis and the wicky wicked clowns
[Verse 1: The False Prophet]
Hello, I'm Prophet F, I'm very glad to kill you
Now hold your forehead real still so I can drill right through you
When my [?], bitch, drink, I know you're rich
I plug your ass for every penny before I hit the switch
I put my slaughter apron on and my splatter proof goggles
So when I do some cuttin', all you hear is gurgles
I throw your arm in a basket like any other
And if you're still alive, all I have to do is smother
Until your face turns blue, I thought you knew hoe
I'm a sadist, I get my pleasure torturing you
My favorite color's red, I'll pop you in the fuckin' head
Bust my barrel down your throat until your spleen is full of lead
'Cuz this way ain't no chance of livin'
But it's the best way I freeze yo' ass for Thanksgiving
I cook some good shit like ears, eyes and even tongue
Rip your chest open, I think I have some hearts and lungs
You know-you know-you know humans do the best
Just have a part of Jeffery Dahmer, and he'll tell you the rest
Blood, blood, more blood, I gotta get me some
But how do I get some? Motherfucking redrum!
Cykosis, are we in the haugh, Cykosis, Cykosis, Cykosis and the wicked clowns
Cykosis, Cykosis, Cykosis and the wicky wicked clowns
[Verse 1: The False Prophet]
Hello, I'm Prophet F, I'm very glad to kill you
Now hold your forehead real still so I can drill right through you
When my [?], bitch, drink, I know you're rich
I plug your ass for every penny before I hit the switch
I put my slaughter apron on and my splatter proof goggles
So when I do some cuttin', all you hear is gurgles
I throw your arm in a basket like any other
And if you're still alive, all I have to do is smother
Until your face turns blue, I thought you knew hoe
I'm a sadist, I get my pleasure torturing you
My favorite color's red, I'll pop you in the fuckin' head
Bust my barrel down your throat until your spleen is full of lead
'Cuz this way ain't no chance of livin'
But it's the best way I freeze yo' ass for Thanksgiving
I cook some good shit like ears, eyes and even tongue
Rip your chest open, I think I have some hearts and lungs
You know-you know-you know humans do the best
Just have a part of Jeffery Dahmer, and he'll tell you the rest
Blood, blood, more blood, I gotta get me some
But how do I get some? Motherfucking redrum!
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