youll never catch this motherfucker countin money or have shots buckin,
youll see me holdin an axe sayin motherfucker come on in,
im mystic and im recognized for hackin,
and slashin wit an axe,
i roll wit the click the cut throat killaz, so who wanna test,
youll jus end up like the rest,
a ton of chopped up bodies chillin in my cellar,
cause this choppin arm dont stop,
it keeps rotatin like a prepellar,
everyone knows i cant walk down the street,
without someone yellin killa killa murderera POLICE!,
yall are talkin like you got problems,
i got the FBI and Police ridin my nuts,
jus cause they found lil johnnys guts,
but wheres the rest?
take a wild guess......
Im psycho,
dont ya know,
i alway got at least a butcher knife,
so be prepared ima take you life!