I walk around at gun point

Shooting off peoples finger joints

Smash a limo window and HiJack it and fack all over it

(Wooo)

I'm a lyricist without a clue, what year is this

I'm the booooogie monster that goes bump in the night kidnapping hoes

Mobsters and cunts, shooting kids if they're hitting bunts in baseball

Do you recall Dr. Nobody?

Well he's trapped in my basement

(Let Me Out!!)

Without a toilet

FUCK

Gotta F on my test get payback on my teacher by grabbing his belt and coiling it around his neck while boiling water to throw on his dick

He can call me a prick a he wants while I put fucking crickets in the D Trumps undie wear

I'm not nice, I spread the plague with lice to make everyone in Asia dead

Fred your are not black you're caucasian

People either love me or hate me

It's the drugs that make me this evil and shady

I walk around calling men ladies

Making women have random babies

I think I'll name one of them Katie and the next Hailey

I'm a bad person

Don't show me any sympathy

I'm a bad person

Don't show me any sympathy

People compare me to Jack the Ripper

When I sip her blood to use in a mud pie

Everywhere I go people die I don't know why

They just drop dead when I stop and pop my gun cap off

I'm probably this messed up because of my past

But all of you that assaulted me can kiss my ass

(ass) (ass) (ass)

Don't give me that sass or I will get a bat to bang you on the brain with till you bleed through your main vein it will be a lot of pain

So let me explain this in the simplest way

Don't mess with me any day

Cause I throw gay men off of roofs like Isis

I cause crises like 9/11 each day

When I was young I would drool at the sight of cookies

I hit my mother over the head with a shovel

Until she was dead, I loaded her body on to a shuttle and with a subtle bang I was dead from a bullet through my head

Ted Bundy is my role model

I throttle in pools of dead bodies

Someone please stop me from killing people at parties

Pardon me but I think you forgot that

I'm a bad person

Don't show me any sympathy

I'm a bad person

Don't show me any sympathy

Just remember you can't trust me

Any month from September to June

Sooner or later I will be in jail without the option of bail

I'll be in the chicken coop throwing stale poop and the cards the prison guards

I'm worshipping false Gods, like ninja or Zod in superman

Coopers van, are all things I put bombs in

But in the end I'm still a bad person

And that will never change