Dropped dead

I've been holding back uh, taking all your crap but

I am done, load them guns, Imma to blow this fag up

Got my pistol on your head, better throw them hands up

Tie you to your bed, limbs chopped, torso snapped HA!

When you're outside, bitch I hope the lightning struck ya

Motherfucker, watch out for my rocket launcher

Where it's aim at, Imma get your ass murdered

I'm the king, suck my dick, you getting capped, you're worthless

This is just the first verse, already left your corpse burned

Man your brain's rotten, you're absolute nonsense

If you're hearing this, it shall leave you tormented

You break the rules, you gotta suffer the consequences

I'm worst than Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees combine

This shall teach you a lesson to never cross the wrong line

Are you scared? Do you feel that shiver down your spine?

I bet you 'bout to cry, cause I swear you 'bout to die

 

I've got my pistol at your brain

Knuckle on your face

Penknife on your wrist

Chopper on your dick

And you're already dropped dead

Glass shards in your head

Bullets in your chest

Chainsaw up your ass

Bloodstains everywhere

And you're already dropped dead

 

I'm back! With a vengeance, killing you with a fucking pencil

Finish with a knife, not the blade, but the handle

When you're by yourself, your courage is microscopic

I ain't scared of you cause you ain't shit without your clique

If I catch you by yourself, I'll fuck you up

Fuck a cardiac arrest, Imma crush your heart

I'm on top of you, yeah, you having acrophobia

You can't see me, you must be suffering from hyperopia

But WAIT, motherfucker, before you on your way to hell

and BURN, Imma get your throat cut in Norman Bates Motel

Go fuck yourself, bitch, you 'bout to get annihilated

You just a fabricator kid, you violated

You a joke, I'll strangle you 'til you choke

You provoke me, Imma beat you 'til you die from a stroke

You's a liar on fire, let's see how bright you light

Say goodbye, close your eyes while I bury you alive

 

I got my pistol at your brain

Knuckle on your face

Penknife on your wrist

Chopper on your dick

And you're already dropped dead

Glass shards in your head

Bullets in your chest

Chainsaw up your ass

Bloodstains everywhere

And you're already dropped dead