Heads In My Bookbag

[Verse One: Danimal Lector] Deadly assassin, grip a machete You're ready? I'm askin', steadily slashin' and stabbin' In an agressive fashion 'til your heads detached And forget laughin', my friends are gaspin' I'm like, "Look at this!" Then took a pic to send to my penpal in Aspen, fuck rappin' I prefer killing more, spill a whore's blood on the rug Redrum, I'm just chillin', bored In a silver Ford with this sword that's huge and dull Looking for human skulls, isn't life beautiful? Pockets full of P.E.D's and a gram of haze Like dammit Ray, I demand you pay For this fucking deer antler spray Hotter than Tampa Bay, you can't relate I'm too dope Your bars ain't hard, retard, you're a huge joke Reality check, don't try to battle the best I'll shatter your chest, fuck a challenge, that's a threat I avidly collect body parts in my bookbag So look, fag, don't make me make you look bad [Hook: Danimal Lector] What the fuck are you looking at? I could whoop that ass right now No looking back Matter of fact, I'mma leave with your head in my bookbag Then show all of my friends and have a good laugh (x2) [Verse Two: Jarren Benton] I got heads in my duffell bag, I fuck her and call a cab You don't gotta go home bitch, get the fuck up out of my pad Get the fuck up out of here, Dad, I'm grown, I ain't doing chores I'm relaxing this fucking weekend, I'll smoke and sip a few Coors Illest nigga around, I stick my dick in the ground Like fuck the world, go jump in a pool of piss and drown I'm a weirdo, I'm a loner, guess I smoked my life away My brain is fried just like I stuck my head inside the microwave Yeah, I like fat, white women That can cut up watermelon, clean and cook fried chicken Mr. Benton, that's the name I stick a prick inside a flame Or a gas oven up most of you rappers Your gay, I heard the fags love 'em Dap you, like, "What up, dawg?", then slap you You damn stan, fuck you and you're little brother Matthew I heard your girl blowin' dudes for a Scooby snack Decapitate you then I put your head inside my Louie bag [Hook: Danimal Lector] What the fuck are you looking at? I could whoop that ass right now No looking back Matter of fact, I'mma leave with your head in my bookbag Then show all of my friends and have a good laugh (x2) [Verse Three: Danimal Lector] Huh, whatcha lookin' at, ya hoodrat? I'm crazy, I shouldn't have This hood and mask, and bookbag But maybe, you'll look back to the 80's I was cooking crack as a baby I grew up to be a screw up, can you actually blame me? Started rapping daily mainly to focus my anger You know, the danger when approaching a stranger I'll slit your throat with a broken hanger So give me ten feet of your dead meat, more or less Get on your knees and give me that head, but see, no oral sex I'm referring to your cranial cavity Then I'm filleting your remains, re-arranging your anatomy Don't hate or be mad at me I'm just a maniac with a fixation You're a bitch, hatin Suck my dictation Heartless rhymes, come from hard times I'm actin' like shit's all fine Stealin' your mind, cause I lost mine So don't be fooled, I look cool, but you'll be left for dead What are you, special ed? Who don't love gettin' head? [Hook: Danimal Lector] What the fuck are you looking at? I could whoop that ass right now No looking back Matter of fact, I'mma leave with your head in my bookbag Then show all of my friends and have a good laugh (x2)