Caution

By K-Odd-ik

On Therapy

Released on January 1, 2018

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[Verse 1:]

Such a sick kid, a fucking misfit

Licking the liquid as it drips from my slit wrists

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Choose carefully what the fuck you saying to me

May end up being a fucking obituary

In the paper, six foot hole we'll get ya buried

Walking down the sidewalk hear this guy cough

What the fuck you say to me? Blow his fucking mind off

His brains shot out the back of his eyeballs

Now he's a fucking corpse that's outlined in white chalk

Don't turn the lights off; keep it bright dog

Keep your feet up on the bed that'd be the right call

Grab you by the feet; drag you off of the bed

Stab you and you bleed then it's off with your head

Next time you'll heed words and watch what you said

On second thought most likely not cause you're dead


[Hook:]

Caution, really beware this guys lost it

Darkness looms if you stare in his eye sockets

Try poppin' off I'll leave you in pine boxes

Try talkin' you'll be picking out thy coffin


[Verse 2:]

Man they really think I'm fucking around

Make your body stink, leave you stuck in the ground

Busting off shots, sixty up in the town

I will not stop until bodies cover the ground

Loving the sound of all the screaming like "help me"

Go fuck yourself man I hope somebody helps me

It helps me to see somebody else leave

The planet, kill 'em then I'm taking a selfie

Awkward, anxious, shaking like an epileptic

They start teasin' the demon in me's resurrected

Keep pushing and you'll make me snap like your fucking neck did

Cause you pushed me to far my brain has been affected

Slit your neck while you running; throw the blade

Piercing pain through your neck like novacaine

Watch the blood gush out while it's opening

Blood is falling from the sky and I'm soaked in rain


[Hook:]

Caution, really beware this guys lost it

Darkness looms if you stare in his eye sockets

Try poppin' off I'll leave you in pine boxes

Try talkin' you'll be picking out thy coffin


[Verse 3:]

Now tell me who's the king of this horrorcore shit

Eating motherfuckers daily all four courses

Add a course of course cause the midnight snack

I'll invite you to dinner I bet you'd like that

I'll pick out a movie, maybe Jason X

Pull out my grub see me munching on a face and neck

So you starscreamin like a bitch and try to call the cops

Which makes my mind transform like an autobot

I grab your leg, which drops your body on the carpet

Bet it's scary just me and you here in my apartment

You try to get up and run, I grab your hair

Got my hands soaked in blood cause I had to tare

I look over on the counter, the knife's in reach

Slam it in your skull put you right to sleep

Then I noticed the blood stained my fingernails

I lick it off like it was some sticky ginger ale


[Hook:]

Caution, really beware this guys lost it

Darkness looms if you stare in his eye sockets

Try poppin' off I'll leave you in pine boxes

Try talkin' you'll be picking out thy coffin


[Outro:]

For any motherfucker that wants to take this serious

Fuck you, man!

This is my therapy, go get your fucking therapist

Fuck you! Freek Shit, 2018

K-Odd-ik, Psycho-T, Psycho-A

We killing shit - bitch!