Burning sensation within my veins, no containing it

When its loose no restraining it, time he spoke to ya woken by lame shit

FUCK THAT! Malice in this bitch wit no patience

So ya'll better back the fuck up out the way its time for patrick bateman bitch

I've got no mercy for rappers, empathy's something I lack

I'll hack em up into tid bits and stuff that bitch in a sack

No qualms with that, I'm absorbing the soul obtained from my snack

Then I'll regurgitate the wackness, cuz that craps like a cap of the epicack

What you know bout that? Its a fuckin fact if you take it in it'll make ya vomit

I'm insidious a deviant pessimist to the death of this

I'm whipping out the cleaver to clean up then feed upon em

I know I, lose control, when punks try and fuck with me

I'll slice, spread apart, explore their gore, why of course they'll bleed

Profusely, don't believe me? push me bitch

Shoulda never mistook me for a pussy

As if i could be, you can get gut fucked by captain hooky

Cut the bitch up perfectly, purposely thin for the peppered jerky

Lyrical incisions, surgical precision if i twitch you'll certainly

Be, spurtin the burgundy , paint a picture with the mutha fucka

Fessin up fervently, but i really wanna be the one to beat em with the heater

Like a pussy imma eat em but it never occurred to me

That you'd be bitin the curb for me

Spittin with a tip toe bitch, you fucked up

Bumping that shits absurd to me, for the perjury, murder in the 1st degree

Hit em with the mac attack back to back like, BBBBDDDDDAAATTT bap

Putcha head up in the back pack

Neva leave it intact, when i pack my axe

Your a fact in my sick catharsis

I'm a demented artist, here to harvest your meat get up in your dreams

But i creep unseen, if your looking for me, ya beta spark that candle bitch

Cuz I be, off in the darkness, thoughts of rot in the spot when i spit

Your bars, horrendous, i'm off my rocker, keep gawkin ya bish

This oughta be offered to me, i'm an oddity, possibly, sick with

All the above, none left for wannabes toppin my hit list

Iddy biddy kiddies who be thinking that they really really raw

Stickin a blade up in achiles kickin em over look at em crawl

Now i gotta put a blade up in your bitty, she bled so pretty

Never will I pity walter mitty when i really got the secret life

I'm a twisted fuck, better run wit a hustle

Imma beat em on the beat wit a bat up until they buckle

Break a blade off in a bitch leave em panicin in a puddle

Its never subtle when i pick up the mic and unlike the dim light neva dimming the hype

So why not invite me in, the dark knight within will take a neck out with a big ole bite

What the blood type?, tastes O, but B negative, spit (rap)reptilian bound ta be venomous

Paint a dark pic, reminiscent of, mutilated mutha fuckas lickin blood up for the hell of it

I dont wanna be the one to hit em with the blame

But you mutha fuckas tryin to put your dick up in the game

If you spittin anything but the sickness, shame

Put a bullet in your brain when you speak my name

It's malice, got a demon in me, it's malice, gonna be feeding you'll see

Its malice, gonna be bleeding your team, it's malice, gonna be keeping your spleen

So make no mistake ya mofuck I'm preppin the guillotine

Spittin my shit so patrick bateman there ain't no taming of the maming i bring

But if bitches get to trippin saying "damn your shits so violent, why?"

I've told you mutha fuckas a thousand times, I'm just a pretty sick guy!

I'm a pretty sick guy

I'm a pretty sick guy

I'm a pretty sick guy

I'm a pretty sick guy

When you get me heated i will never be defeated now i sound a bit conceited so i'd better wave bye

But before i get to steppin stick a shiv up in your eye cuz, i'm a pretty sick guy