Intro:
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Verse 1:
My girl and I are meant to be
Cause’ I’m a killer on the mic and she loves murder documentaries
If you didn’t notice then you’ll soon find, in, due time
From the way I’m in the booth I’m, bound to be on “True crime”
When my pen bleeds, to MCs, I’m Ed Gein (Gein)
To lady artist against me, I’m Ted B. (Bundy)
To gay musicians who really believe they wreck beats (Weak)
They consider me Jeff D (That’s Dahmer)
Cause’ if you and I get beef, you’re dead meat
I really mean that literally
As in, dinner for me, you’ll give me a feed
So when I say to “Eat your heart out” it’s not a figure of speech
And it’s funny, cause’ I’ll be making figures by speech
With a sound that’s so diverse and packs original steeze
Kill it over and over again a chain reaction
And get paid to do it just like a trained assassin
My style is icy it’s so fitting
Cause’ I’ll murder you in cold blood, my bone’s chilling when throat slitting
Don’t believe me just go listen to “Hibernate” you’ll end up froze sitting
Snow cone licking, and your nose dripping singing
Chorus:
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Verse 2:
Now I’m horny for blood, I jack off with a hacksaw
Imagining your damn skull, splattered on a flat wall
Your body looking like a ragdoll that rolls
Drifting, skidding on a black road asphalt
Cause’ you’re sleeping on me (Wake up) now I’m getting Freddy Krueger
A machete, a Ruger, a set of bazookas all ready to nuke ya’
Headed right to ya’, neck and medulla
Then wear your heart as medal and have your head on a skewer
All these rappers have a dream, but the truth is now I’m there
I’m making it quite clear, I’ve made it a nightmare
Your life is like a movie I just made it to a horror flick
Terror in your stomach feeling proper sick you’re watching it’s
2AM you’re sleeping as you’re lying on your pillow
You wake up from a noise you hear a knocking on your window
You look outside its foggy but when all the mist starts vanishing
There’s twenty children holding axes as they chant and sing
Chorus:
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La, la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la, la (We’ll be singing like this) la
La, la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la, la (We’ll be singing like this) la
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