Things Change

"At one part of my life I had killed people for nothing, just for somebody to look at me wrong I would kill them. Stab them, shoot them." "What did you want them to think as they died?" "To see my pretty face." If I go pop it's vaginas on the stove top I'm bugging like Busey when the blows gone My goons lurched out with black cones on Bodies missing for so long the skeletons are found in the woods with cloths on Tongue dissolving Zoloft Just to load Glocks my hand like short cross on eleven In Rochester when the chromes pawned ?? your marks Bones popped, blood clots back up veins and breathing holes clogged Flow is nuts but child murder isn't close enough I have both Olsen's stuffed Apartment, comb the bugs Go back visit decomposed Take the head go home comb the bugs Hookers opened up, eviscerated from throat to cunt First two I was throwing up Now I don't even know how many I've unclothed and done Things change, I went from doing drugs to doing further things Change, I went from robbery to sexual murder Things change, I went from doing drugs to doing further things Change, I went from robbery to sexual murder Things change, I went from just rapping to living nightmares Things change, I'm on the fucking run see if I care Bones are rolled in mud Hitchhikers rolled in rugs, discarded Thrown from whips into a ditch on the side of the road cut up If she's so stuck up, I'm going bagging, I'm going back in Tricks half alive in the passenger side, seat absent Roped gagged and skull matted Hand-cuffed, 75 woolen ski mask, tan Volkswagen I'm an old classic If they're on the stroll and go flagging I'll stop the chase, leave junkie hoes stone dragons Death tolls massive Heads in my backyard in shallow graves showing like I grow cabbage I play house in a robe, trying to hand feed a stolen actress Straight out of Grangeville Before home invasions we dunk bread in blood and break gills Upstate New York Lakeville Seizuring on plains ill like Lil Wayne's grill Awaken, I take eight 10's Mixture a grey bread Slurring like Wayne Bent Crystal base stem Two boxes of bullets dumped in a playpen