[Intro]

You want me to come in there and murder you?

[Verse 1: J Reno]

Y'all know the vibe and how dark the art can get when I start this shit

A mad architect, build it, burn it, then start again

I'm sick with a short fuse, call it an ill temper

You been a bitch, we don't need you to reveal genders (What?)

I will end ya, the blade sharpened and will sever

Whatever limb I swing it at, you real clever

But all them jokes will get you gagged and choked

Strangle slow, the lights on, nobody's home

I'm sayin' I'm violent and I don't know when to stop

Only whеn the cops come is when I'm blowin' thе spot

Perched on the high grounds and I'm loadin' the shot (Uh huh)

And you ain't got no one around you to notice the dot

Then it pop, brain fragments on the walls behind you

Iceman style, I give a fuck where they find you

They don't have to try to see the shit from my view

You think you pose a threat? I'm here to neutralize you

[Verse 2: ILLtemper]

This curse refuses silence, high mortality rate

You're not fishy when you found out on a lake

Bounce on them brakes, I don't communicate affably, mate

You not canned goods, can't preserve manhood, ass will be raped

Face down, ass up, my wellbeing is ludicrous

Seem gratuitous but Hell seein' I'm the most intuitive

Vigorous, dipped cigarettes so I can see ghosts of music lives

Corpse spirits, organ harvestin' through its ribs

Relish humans, better when they're airless, fools not cherished

Give a fuck where they rot, so careless when they perish

Claim I'm at the morgue scarin' both their parents

Ever since their fuckin' death, it's been tearin' through their marriage

Your screams pale in comparison, embarrassed

Torture soundproof, wounds of despair is real hysteric

Praise work, can't be disparaged, I got merits

Keep epidermis for taxidermy, must repair it, where's my therapist?

[Verse 3: GrewSum]

The way that I do 'em dirty is honestly tragic

Stab 'em in the throat and melt the body in acid

Turn into a sludge and fuckin' drop it in traffic

Too many mental problems now to possibly manage

I'm too damaged, loose cannon, Bruce Banner

In a mood that is too mad to handle it

Smash everything in my path into fragments

Then crash! A stupid party and spaz my shitty sacrament

Up in my head now, I'm already a ghost

They can't touch me and they'll never get close

I kept it deadly with a steady approach

Whatever's left is gettin' spread on my toast

Flickin' the wrist is really all I gotta do to cut it

That's why it always look so real without a movie budget

A short fuse so the temper is ill

And the reason for it is never revealed 'cause there ain't one