Pervert - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Ayceeonethirty]

The wobbly wanderers waltzing into Walmart

Wasted with some white widow roll watching Paul Blart

Naked, masturbating in my dead ex panties

I am not the kind of bitch you'll find performing at the Grammy's

Next to Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift dancing

A gender-fluid redneck staring in a trance

When I'm discussing the disgusting details of all my fantasies

Mixing cocktails full of sawdust and antifreeze

To say that I'm twisted's just the beginning of scratching the surface

A sickening amateur surgeon urchin reaching down your skirt

And leave you bleeding, seething, screaming as you see the crimson squirting from your person

Watching, lurching in agony as it worsens

I know I'm running out of time here, it's obvious

So, there ain't no fucking purpose in trying to get me to stop when it's this close to the finish line

It's power-drill time, I analyze all bitches with incisions just to fill time

Cracking her ribs and ripping into the ligaments

Intimate when I'm digging inside of your chest

Grinning and lifting your heart high above with the blood drippin' all over my face

Give me a taste when you ain't living

[Chorus: Ayceeonethirty]

I'm a pervert, giving in to my worst urge

Cutting from the bottom to the top then watch the blood burst

I'm a pervert

I can't contain my inner hate or rage

I maim her with a straight razor then let it spray on the page

I'm just a pervert

It's all I think about

Locked in a closet where she'll never see me peeking out

A fucking pervert

[Verse 2: Ware-Wolff]

Fucking dead bitches, all her features like a zombie

I stay lusting with my cock until the cunt vomits on me

I'm sodomizing bodies, all my fantasies are rotting

When I'm fucking there's no stopping 'til the sounds of bodies dropping

Grabbing a nappy and I'm clearing her face of all the mess

I just can't come to my senses 'til they put you down for rest

Orgasms are the best over a pair of pale breasts

Display exposed on her chest sporting a sexy black dress

I'm pleasuring myself while she's gagged and bound

Introspection is perfect when she's not making a sound

This is it, profound, twisted and foul

Dead set to mount, laugh, stitch around

Perverse with heads spinning, sinister death grinning

I'm Hanks with flesh skinning, have sex with dead women

Bitch is strung up in the den, malicious finishers, gifted

They apprehended and dented, emotionally descended

I threw you up as our bidding to do some senseless positions

Elixir, energy fitted, this is a vicious disposition

With aborted penetration, molested erect digits

Some loco beast still in ya, I slow go, feeling ya

Go toe-to-toe, deal with ya like podophilia

I'm hanging 'em by the ceiling and killing 'em all, my criteria