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[ VERSE 1: Kool G Rap ] Nigga, my attitude is often anger, the Boston Strangler Bad decision, a vision of a coffin, I'm danger Hawk and a banger, stab you with a fork in the fingers Stalkin a stranger, vocal cords caught on a hanger That's funny, I dead honies, I'm Ted Bundy, the threads bummy Lead dummies, make your head runny, the Feds want me I'm John Wilkes Booth on your mom duke's stoop And I shoot cause your moms spilled soup on the Don's silk suit Got on Vietnam steel boots, the palm's filled, duke Firearm to her duke, shoot, half of her arm peeled loose I'm the truth, I'm Charlie Manson on Harley's glancin at Holly's mansions Catch couples in parks be lampin in RV's campin Watchin your bitch undress down to the bra, me pantin What I do when I start advancin is hardly handsome I'm Ed Gein, by a red stain, it's red rain Machetes swing, to your neck vein till your head hang Desis bang, be a stretched lame when your chest drain In the wet rain, I dump bodies off in the left lane I'm Jack the Ripper, in fact Rap's trappin 'em quicker Rat in her slippers, decorate her back with the scissors Like the bitches with Jack Tripper, flatten her figure Garden tools, the axe and the clippers, I actually rip her Nigga [HOOK] [ VERSE 2: Necro ] Killing fags like Jeff Dahmer that dress in Dolce & Gabbana I'II eat the flesh off your mama, just like a possessed piranha The Unabomber, decapitated eunuch, hack it Blade under my bomberjacket Bitch, I ejaculate embalming fluid Depraved and perverted like David Berkowitz Circa '76, lurk the city, to murk an average working stiff When I put in savage work I get stiff Leave you dead stiff for scavenger birds The lead fifth will damage you quick Dark room with amateur pics, daddy-o Peeping your patterns to formulate my blood splattering patterns left on your patio John Lil Wayne Gacy, killing fat bitches like Macy Gray Panicking, then dressing 'em up like mannequins in Macy's And Lord & Taylor, I'm the Sith Lord, The Impaler (Bedelia, where's my cake, you dirty bitch!) The Zodiac Killer, takin photos on Kodak and send 'em to Kojak Load up the Mac, attack a McDonalds, and whack you while you eat your Big Mac You survive, you'll carry around a shit sack You shit sack, enter Burger King like Douglas and click-clack Richie Cunningham Ramirez, cut you like ham on Christmas Cause you're as queer as Charlie Hunnam was on Queer As Folk, but I'd rather poke Ciara's ass-hole while she does the two-step on my penis, then slit her throat For the orgasm, she'll spasm while I jizz It's a cata-clit-clysm Give her an anus aneurysm when the gat is shoved in Cunt Rag