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Maybe it’s my demented demeanor,

It’s because I drink scented window cleaner,

I have a cleaver to cut off a grown man’s wiener (AHHH)

My heart’s colder than the arctic,

Cook you dinner with a side of arsenic,

Put a few drops of poison in it,

Now your arms are frozen stiff,

Some of your rhymes are to pathetic,

to compare to lines that as poetic as mine,

It may be genetic, or synthetic, but they ain’t sympathetic.

So shut your mouth or I’ll do it for you,

take your shoe, and tie it with a knot you can never undo.

Force Hannibal Lector to eat an vegetarian diet.

Not even carrion for him, sew his mouth so he’s quiet.

No serial killer scares me,

Suffocate Freddy Krueger with a pillow, see?

Whack Jason with a hockey stick and tell him to go to canada,

Im a Rapper and a Disc Jockey, but i don’t listen to propaganda,

about who’s good and who isn’t.

Sometimes I'm misunderstood, that would get me in prison.

But my ambition to commit crime as risen.

Take an AK shoot up in a school,

“Pop Pop Pop” i know it’s cruel,

blood splattering on the walls,

dripping down like the Niagara Falls.

Bring a girl to a bathroom stall,

Prop her up on the toilet seat,

No regret, take out my sausage meat,

Go home, get a drink, repeat.

Some say I completely lost it.

Because blood drips out my faucet.

Go in my bathtub, give my back a rub and a scrub,

The red liquid dripping down my body.

I’m wicked, I’m evil, that’s my hobby.