| Blood on my mind and I’m dying to get my knife wet
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| Trying to bend desire through criminal mindset
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| All of my victims are live and usual suspects
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| My subjects follow no pattern, it’s just who’s next?
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| So if you’re staring in the shadows at night
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| Wondering what could ever live in there and wanna take your life?
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| My reply? |
| Just me and a rag of chlorophyll
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| I gotta butcher knife, a bone saw, and cordless drill
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| Inside a multipurpose panel in a parked alley side
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| Then pretend to be passed out and spanked until they bite
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| Okay here comes a fish up the stream thinking to rob me
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| That’s when his personal forecast became cloudy
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| With a certain chance of death
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| My willful knife wield in hand connected with his chest
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| His eyes then widened as he took in breath
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| And then exhaled until it wasn’t nothing left
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| Dadada, They calling him a murderer (psycho killer)
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| Dadada, a psychopathic murderer (psycho killer)
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| I’m classified as a person with a persona
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| For bona fide murderer, hunting is my enjoyment
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| I sit back, collect bodies like unemployment
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| Cut em up in little of pieces and flushing them down the toilet
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| And the head you gotta boil until the skin comes off
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| Or the smell it’ll have the fuzz out on yo front lawn
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| And now you gotta stall cuz the cops are knocking
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| And piling up in the hall and you can hear they guns cocking
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| And your hoping it’s all just a misunderstandin'
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| Demandin' to get inside you don’t hide or even panic
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| Manic and outta control they all bust through
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| And every single one has got a gun on you
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| Now, what to do, smile and give a laugh
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| And be glad you had the gas on and prepare for the blast
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| Before they get a chance to shoot or take the shot
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| Say fuck the cops, and let the match drop
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| Look at me don’t look at me
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| I look strange just let it be
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| I’m deranged with tendencies, they broken and ejected me a (psycho killer)
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| They even don’t even see me coming til I hit em hard enough to break their
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| ribcage with a switchblade (psycho killer)
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| Don’t lose me baby, hungry dudes are floating through me
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| I’m insane like let it be they broken and ejected me a (psycho killer)
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| They don’t even know I’m eating people til I’m on the evening news and the
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| story’s shocking them too |