ok this is a collab by me and ca$per about the mind of a sickk killa.. i got the first 2 verses and he spittin the last verse..the hook is in blue...

Mentality swayed,by the brave soldiers who played,
in my way, they got slayed, n portrayed a certain a stage,
of my illness, that thrills with, a certain type of stillness,
you'll feel this, when u see the knife that i kill with,
im killin sis, n im packin 9 inch drillin bits,
hackin at your spine ,down the line, til it rips n splits,
flip that bitch, attackin at her gine, grip er lips,
twisted up, hands slippin off her hips,
leave some bloody strips, in the midst of her face,
above the chin they are placed,and praised on with disgrace,
cuz u were raped,and defaced,by a man with no traits,
who escaped from this land, with no sound or no trace,
won't be found in one place, won't stand ground in some base,
cuz a detective's perspective,is inbound on this case,

me and casper stay strayfin, n tapin,
the murders we take place in,
Wes Craven, wouldnt't test the methods,
I use to do my prey in, bloods sprayin,
like that horror flick, with that jason,
or that more than sick, man hunt game for playstation,
im comin from ur basement, you can hear me pacin,
creepin up your stairs, your about to get a facelift,
so face it, n take it, im takin all your bracelets,
rippin out your braces, your life i'll erase it,
I can taste it,the hatred,it's flowin from my waist it-
slowly grows to my nose, if it blows your gettin blasted,
home alone.. on the phone, exposin bones are my basics,
escapist's, couldn't even take the chase from this rapist,
I stay pissed, to ensure I spray shit and make hits,
meetin my equateance ain't a treat, cuz im weak with my patience,

i gotta loaded semi-automatik,and im prowlin outside yer window......
run up in yo home to rob you,but im just gonna take yo life though......
never leave my crib without,at least two loaded n cocked glockz.....
if im comin to rob your family,then ill be str8 up in tha jury box......
cause when i come through,i leave a murderous crime scene.......
your ass rollin in wheelchairs,after hot rocz penetrate yer spleen....
see i aint gonna claim gangsta,unlike most of u fake souljaz......
youll see when tha time comes,when me and my fam roll ya.......
u see my boi murdz he harder than u,dont deny tha fact......
so much dro smoke in our pad,hits up your respiratory track......
livin legendz returned, oh yeah,were tha new generation........
after i visit your hometown,yall got a murder investigation.......
come to my home youll see,we play for keeps little boyz......
livin legendz uses live roundz,while yall still playin wit toyz.....

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