[Verse 1] (Low C)

Little children make good victims to beat

I got your child crawlin' on a leash, by schools I creep

On playgrounds stalking merciless the H hustler

Leaving children headless just to watch the community

Weep city police on the street freakin' out

Throughout this month 20 children kidnapped

Bodies found decapitated, heads still missin'

It's me and Puppet Master, we stealin' your children

I eat the girls out, feel 'em from the inside

I like to get creative in all 3 holes they takin' it

Swing 'em by their feet, slam 'em on concrete

Just to see their brains, broken face, broken teeth

I love it, priceless; bloody and lifeless

I saw off the head, then piss on the body

Death is beautiful, life is ugly

Don't let your kids out now, cause we hungry

[Hook] [HellSent]

Possibly the sickest shit that you ain't ever seen

Coming from the grittiest place that you ain't ever been

Diggin' holes in your backyard, what did you find?

Decapitated Children that shit is way out of line (x2)

[Verse 2] (Puppet Master)

Find the little kids while they're playing in the woods

I'm up to no good, I pass through the hood

Over my shoulder, I see 'em climbing trees

But I can smell their blood in the warm, summer breeze

It's calling my name and once again I kill

I bash 'em with a 2x4 and leave 'em in a bloodspill

Oh, what a bloody mess, little children put to rest

All of my followers learn from the dead

I'm psycho, schizophrenic and I don't give a fuck

Your luck is run out, on the curse of badluck

You wished on a clover, but nothing worked for you

Explore the new way, it's a cranial [?]

I like [?} the heads and I post 'em on the shelf

Where about your future is an end to itself

So let's play a game, we're soundin' really sick

It can be easy while you're sleepin' in your beds

[Hook] [HellSent]

Possibly the sickest shit that you ain't ever seen

Coming from the grittiest place that you ain't ever been

Diggin' holes in your backyard, what did you find?

Decapitated Children that shit is way out of line (x2)

[Verse 3] (A-Game)

I opened up the door to your room, you're lying in bed

Wake up, scream-and-cry for mom and dad, but they're both tied up dead

And this ain't hide-and-seek, Marco Polo, Simon Says

This shit ain't a game, do as I say before I slice your neck

I'm a child's worst nightmare like Freddy Krueger

I use a blade to take a life cause there's no fun in Rugers

Cuttin' em up and I start with the feet, then fill up the blood in a cup for a drink

I savor in death, I'm in love with the screams, addicted to homicide is what it seems!

Nancy Grace is talkin' bout me, said I got a bounty

I move from county-to-county and make death look astounding

They have never found me, I'm a bit too slick

See I've wacked a couple adults, but I really get off when I'm killin' kids

Make incisions on the limbs, but all I'm wantin' is the head

It's all I take when they are dead, let the family have the rest

Like a Catholic priest, I treat 'em like my pet

Then I leave 'em bloody red with salt inside the open flesh

[Hook] [HellSent]

Possibly the sickest shit that you ain't ever seen

Coming from the grittiest place that you ain't ever been

Diggin' holes in your backyard, what did you find?

Decapitated Children that shit is way out of line (x2)