[Verso 1]
I get the straight jacket on my back so come and strap it miss
Made to see your brains so on the ground I gotta crack it
Poke her till the point your head is open
Yo I hope you got the pores to cut away my fuckin throat
Cause I'll be coverin the screams of your women if I rape her
Stick her with my butcher knife and now I'll make your paper
I'm not christian latin but I'm livin like a duke
I'm makin mad loot I'm seeing crazy shit to make you puke
Fuck the age I don't respect them
Rather take a double barrel shotgun and fuck you in your rectum
[Verso 2]
The insane spectrum in effect and it's gravy
Mr charles manson got a body count like motherfuckin crazy
I'm bravely suckers are a no no
Yo jeff b isn't crazy he's a broken hearted homo
So so the culture like a vulture I'll be ripping off the flesh
Who's the bastard put mobbs up in a caskett
Everybody's dead up in my head I'm just a sicko
All those who call me sucker done already sucked a dick so
Back off and step back cause you child is much whack
Figurin your crew is giving head the way your lips smack
Tosser I'm the boss who's given losses to your kitty
I'm break your fuckin back like I'll be pullin out on titties
Mr Bundy how many women's undies did you bloody
If I count them on a 5 I think you got me on a nutty type of gutsy
[Verso 3]
Got's nuts I hit sluts and young lambs the young man
Sam I am I do slam I can't stand my dick jammed tastes great
So hows about some head Mrs Reagan I'm sure your fuckin redneck reggae is looking great and
Participate in what I like to call a dog to dairy
The crazy man ahead is out to kill the happy cherry
And rappers say that shit is big of me
I get the crowd lives effects without the fuckin diggity
[Verso 4]
I torture niggas army's like a dopey
Stink just like a nazi here's the holocaust for those that wanna stop me
With 9 m&m's in your mouth when I be flexin
Bust my knuckles full of glass cause I swung at my reflection
Mr grid the massacres spectacular bout um um
This wasted nigga happens to be a fan of jonestown
Jonestown you know jim jones mr suicide
Had everyone in the town drinking juice with cyanide
And seconds understand this guys a loose screw
A broke lid so when I'm in your neighborhood be careful of your 40 kid
