Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Roger, artist - sKitz Kraven. Date of issue: 11.07.2016
Song language: English
Mr. Roger |
| Pull up to your crib |
| About a hundred deep |
| Take a seat |
| You about to meet a hundred creeps |
| They all mad |
| See your daughter naked now they wanna peep |
| She was changing in her jammie’s |
| So I snuck a peek |
| Hop up out the jeep |
| And force my way in |
| You can tell I’m after something |
| By the way I came on in |
| Keep the screaming on the low Roger |
| I know you tryna be a father |
| To your favorite daughter |
| But I almost shot her |
| These victims try and scream |
| Thinking its gon help |
| But it only makes me angry |
| So I tie them with a belt |
| All These victims never prayed |
| But tonight they pray |
| Thinking its gon make me leave |
| But instead I stay |
| Psycho Norman Bates |
| I pretend to be |
| Put your wife’s dress on |
| Start dancing gracefully |
| Lay her mediocre body right under me |
| Tell the bitch to suck my dick |
| Before she kiss my feet |
| These victims try and scream |
| Thinking its gon help |
| But it only makes me angry |
| So I tie them with belt |
| All These victims never prayed |
| But tonight they pray |
| Thinking its gon make me leave |
| But instead I stay |
| After hacking up your wife |
| I have a present for ya |
| All these voices in my head |
| Just bring me paranoia |
| Tie you up against the chair |
| So there ain’t nothing for ya |
| Except this razor blade |
| I’m about to introduce to Toya |
| Toya turned 18 |
| So the bitch is legal |
| She’s fan of my music |
| She know Kraven’s lethal |
| I remove the duct tape |
| Then present the needle |
| I shoot bleach inside her veins |
| Until I see her fecal |
| These victims try and scream |
| Thinking its gon help |
| But it only makes me angry |
| So I tie them with belt |
| All These victims never prayed |
| But tonight they pray |
| Thinking its gon make me leave |
| But instead I stay |
| Pussy mother fucker now it’s your turn |
| Should I cut off all your toes |
| Or let your throat burn |
| I’m not sure but I know you about to die tonight |
| Close your eyes Mr Roger |
| You gon' see the light |