Can I Have A Napkin?

VERSE1 Can I have a napkin? I eat his insides out nobody knew what happened I ran down the avenue, all red like mac10 Jailhouse shank tickle nigga he died laughin Blue dickies bloodied up always keep em saggin Head trauma, you couldn't even fix it up wit aspirin As if Niggas wanna eat but I eat ask em Nigga you wanna certified dope record cash em Thats why I'm STRANGE on that ass I gotta passion Only reason I spit like this nigga I drink acid Modern day Ca$his Roy Jones Mayweather You couldn't tell me nothin bout sicc nigga we stay together Sleep in the same bed runnin through the same bread Still spittin fire if you know the rap games dead GRRR I eat spaghetti intestines so I don't give a fuck about your funny ass tactics And I don't wanna run up in your stomach PEPTO All you other horrorcore rappers KLEPTO Run up in em Cut em in the mother fuckin neck though No more rappin no need to use the techno My rhymes like lead bullets leavin your set wet though I challenge you motherfuckers ima broke nigga so lets go Tech N9ne Sacramento cannibal I eat Breath stink like human meat got pieces in my teeth Can I Get A Toothpick? Overdose on 24 pills that way you guilty motherfuckers know what the truth is Niggas think they know me they callin me a OG Fuck all your sympathy nigga you can die slowly Poisonous get your boys in this I take em by the dozen Nigga I get devious that was my little cousin Nigga im just sick in the head you thought I wasn't? I'll make a nigga drink my piss guzzle n love it! [Hook] I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul Im high drunk wet angry They gone have to capture me im cookin em up in a factory Nigga ya dead now Nigga ya dead now [Verse 2] Can I have a napkin? blood on my hands last night guess what happened I beat the murder like casey anthony, saw grass cuttin' all ass and thats the meat And if I ever show up at you church, dicc out, ready to flirt, kicced out I will see dead people in the church, this house Now known as the murder scene, lyrical leader of the rest ya you heard of me Ill put your brains in a basket and take em to ya grandma house in a cup of acid He dont have to get bloody buddy, bitch drink this acid Im goin' to the car and comin bacc with a blacc plastic As if horrorcore rappers want it with me Ive been eatin' human meat since you been succin mamas titty Speakin' of, seven help me rip these bitches speakers up Youre invited to my mind come on we can grub [Hook] I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul Im high drunk wet angry They gone have to capture me im cookin em up in a factory Nigga ya dead now Nigga ya dead now [Verse3] Excuse me, can I have a napkin? I'm drippin' like a vampire when he ain't rappin' Nigga you a damn liar I'mma get to snappin' They swell, cranium like a eggshell craccin' Hey well thats how it goes all the time You know spiderman he gotta put it in a rhyme I eat rappers up, I admit, I eat swine With a little squeeze from the lemon and lime Me I hate women all the time (i really mean) exes Dream about Leavin em in the back of the lexus Cut throat legs spreaded open like Texas Razor blade pussy lips nigga she died gaspin Murder without a motive its ya boy I gotta passion N I be puffin on that kush like Ashton, Sebastion You dont wanna fuck around gattin Music either I gotta couple of them fat ones