I Did It To You!

[Intro] You know I just killed this song fool Yea that nigga dead fool Nothing but your murder nigga, uh yeah uh [Hook] Jason Vorhees, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, Jeffrey Dahmer, Charles Manson And all of your friends I'mma finsta school ya 'Cuz murder's a hobby I'm using a torture chamber and not a Ruger So if you wake up in a puddle of blood nigga I did it to you (x2) [Verse 1] There's a million ways to die, million ways to kill So I'mma set an example out of a mothafucka without my steel 'Cuz im like a hungry lion I moves in for the slaughter Killing for the simplest things, twenty dollar bills and even quarters I'm like a vampire, nigga, fresh meat, I can't pass it Walking down the street with a seringe, injecting fools with battery acid Leaving your mama singing the blues, nigga I'm bad news I watch you sink to the bottom of the ocean wearing cement shoes When I was born the doctor twisted up the facts He said that I was a devil's son so now I'm having flash backs The preacher almost drown-ded me at baptism So the sixth year anniversary of my birth, I had to get him So call the coroner 'cuz Lucky Lurch just warming up Dead bodies, still decapitating niggas with maggots swarming them Cuz murders a hobby, I'm using torture chambers and not a Ruger So if you wake up in a puddle of blood nigga I did it you. (x2) [Hook - x2] [Verse 2] Late in the afternoon the mailman was delivering So I threw him in my house, slit his throat and left him shivering Just because my social security check came too late And I wasn't gonna make it to the bank, so he had to meet his death date One day I'm kicking it with the homies and the neighbors got mad at us So I threw him in my basement to kick it with my baby snakes and rattlers They shouldn't of told that me that the ATF was gonna rage Just because we in the backyard blowing up dynamite sticks and grenades I called the Domino's pizza man while watching the football game And it made mad after he didn't show up when thirty minutes came So when the doorbell rang I fucked him up like a mobster While my baby mama complaining that she got fingers up in her pasta I went to the speaker shop to get 18s on my truck But when I got in my ride I didn't like the way they hooked up (uh) Because the amp would turn off whenever it wasn't cold He got in my truck to fix it, I turned up the beat and watched his ears explode So call the coroner 'cuz Lucky Lurch just warming up Dead bodies still decapitating niggas with maggots swarming them 'Cuz murders a hobby, I'm using a torture chamber and not a Ruger So if you wake up in a puddle of blood nigga I did it to you [Hook - x2] [Verse 3] I'll make you play tug of war with barb wire Put salt on your wounds, gas on your clothes, and start a fire Let it burn for two minutes and put it out Take the puss out your wounds and put that shit up in your mouth I don't give a fuck about my enemies nigga, I done lost it I'll stick your hands in a freezer until them mothafuckas is frosted And then I'll turn on the heater and watch them thaw While you agonizing in pain, I'll simply break yo jaw So call the coroner 'cuz Lucky Lurch just warming up Dead bodies still decapitating niggas with maggots swarming them 'Cuz murders a hobby, I'm using a torture chamber and not a Ruger So if you wake up in a puddle of blood nigga, I did it you [Pause] [Outro] Murder, kill kill kill kill, murder murder murder murder, kill kill kill 'Cuz murders a hobby I'm using a torture chamber and not a Ruger So if you wake up in a puddle of blood nigga, I did it to you