One, two, one, two, fuck that lets get straight to business
Shut your mouth or be on the recievin end of my gun, thus
Dead on the street with more red than a blood at a thug convention
Pay attention whilst I elevate on this track and take you to a new dimension
I’ll live forever through these tracks, my beefs are like bird shit
Don’t make me drop it, turn your dog around if he comes for me like bull pit
I’m not scared, I made this horror like ‘Wes Craven’, you cravin
For me to kill you, so I came with this blade and left your heart shaven
Ya’ll beds for my guns don’t make me put you to sleep
I’m not tiredness but ill kill you and through you over a bridge, fuck 6 feet deep
Fuck ‘Candy man’, don’t even say my name, or ill eat you up for dessert like a cannibal
Last night when I was hungry I ate ‘Hannibal’ for a snack like a fukin animal
Paybacks a bitch, So he was a bitch and that was payback
Suck your blood dry like ‘Dracula’ and with a ‘chainsaw’ attack
Fuckin ‘massacre’, fuck ‘Texas’ I’ll do it all over the world and on my tracks
Horror songs like ‘scary movie’ soundtracks, ‘sequel’ in progress as I write
Fuck the chick in the end and get screwed more times then fukin ‘Frankenstein’
Am I cursed? My birthdays on ‘Friday the 13th’ nah ill be totally fine
Last yr for my birthday I got the ‘Exorcist’ and not the DVD
I got it inside of me so I stabbed myself to death n called myself ‘Jason’
Set myself on fire and put it back out by jumping in a water basin
Did this mothafukin shit all night till I was allowed to join the devil freemason