Yeah I'm all up in your kitchen like The Strangers

Mask off

I don’t give it a second fucking thought

Cause all these witnesses are passing

I get nasty off the motherfucking acid like it's bath salts

Trippin' and rolling like a mad god

Lighting on the world, I am not a fair lord

If I had to say, i guess that its my dad's fault

If another fuckin' person say that I've got anger problems

Then my boots will show a pussy to the asphalt

Pardon that last part

I think I’m a good guy

Just don’t check my backyard shed

There's a couple girls dead

Under black tarps

Yeah I move to paris and i blame it on my landlord

I don’t like your fuckin' stance hit the switch watch the trapdoor expand

And now I feed you to my rancor

Yeah and all these bloggers that don’t like me

Might just catch a fuckin curse

Cuz I’m da rudest like a sandstorm

Yeah, I got bullets on the floor

I don’t even really get that hungry anymore

I'm not living in my motherfuckin' body it's a corpse

Cellophane wrapped, keep a body in the storage

I only relate to other poor kids

Family left me stranded maybe that's why I’m so morbid

Yeah I'm caught in the macabre like I was Rosemary’s Orphan

Ill bite your fucking throat till I hit organs

God

Maybe I take this shit too far

Cannabis Major like the dog star

Keep a couple bitches on a leash barking

In my basement like a motherfucking dog park

I spit this shit like its a lost art

Got scarab beetles on my arm i feel like Descartes

I’m the philosopher of chainsaws

Leave your brains as a painting and a stained wall