aiight mutha fucker....

ayo,
my quill pen is drippin w/ the fresh blood of asizzle/
of whom i slashed w/ a broken piece of his mom's favorite crystal/
i sign my name on the cold chest of my latest victim/
im an american psycho and the need for murder is just ONE of the symptoms/
by seein 0-0 ud think i was a virgin w/o my cherry popped/
till through ur urethra u feel a long metal rod/
ill chop urs off, cook it up and tonight ur family is having kabobs/
but see thats only wut i thought, u had us all fooled/
cuz out the bottom of ur shorts ur pussy lips start to protrude/
and i think u better check ur tampax just a little bit more/
cuz wuts all that red shit that ur leakin all over my floor?/
did i catch u at a bad time?/
o THAT'S why u cant rhyme?/
ok lets wait 28 days and let u try to drop a line/
but then i start to hear a sizzle, wuts that all about?/
o, maybe thats the sound of ur fire goin out