Bloodlust

So if I catch ya lurkin round my place

Better know to hide your face an keep some space

None of my dogs in all their years

Have ever seen or heard of a muzzle

So if you're lucky enough to ever leave here

You'll be in more pieces than a jigsaw puzzle (x2)

 

Mothafukas these days, actin up like they in a craze

Dunno if theyre naturally crazy or pots makin their brains hazy

They want the cheese but they too dumb or lazy

So they grab some 9's an come round my house with hands shaky ready to steal some of my own gravy

Bad fucking idea maybe?

So if you come around actin like a damn ape

Best case Ill pull a 7 mil n pop your head like a grape

But you better tread softly

Be careful not to piss off me

Or Ill plan out your demise meticulously

 

So if I catch ya lurkin round my place

Better know to hide your face an keep some space

None of my dogs in all their years

Have ever seen or heard of a muzzle

So if you're lucky enough to ever leave here

You'll be in more pieces than a jigsaw puzzle

 

You know I came off my meds an be seein red if I knock you in head but don't want you dead

Rip the heater out of your hands like bitch, you dont need that, then pop three shots in each of yo knee caps

Sanity's hangin on by a thread n once its gone my eternal bloodlust must be fed

You must've thought you could fuck with me

So I'll pull a kukri n methodically sever each of your limbs with five strokes precisely

Hold a hot iron to the stumps so you dont bleed out

Chop off your lower jaw when you try to shout

Drag your bloody unconscious ass off of the pavement

And down to the fifth level of hell also known as my basement

Pull a 45 to make you think youre off the hook, it'll all be alright

Before I skewer you up on a meat hook and gouge your eyes out with the front sight

So youre hangin there nothin but a bloody torso an half a head

Most by this point would already consider you dead

Most by this point would take one glance and get nauceous

Its like our little secret that youre still conscious

Well if one mans trash is another mans treasure

And another mans pain is the next ones pleasure

The weve got enough to keep me occupied forever

I take a thick needle an tear the skin around your temples, then stab it through your sack and rip out your testacles

Just seein it comin made you look pretty sick

Until I grabbed a butter knife and said this one's for your dick

 

So if I catch ya lurkin round my place

Better know to hide your face an keep some space

None of my dogs in all their years

Have ever seen or heard of a muzzle

So if you're lucky enough to ever leave here

You'll be in more pieces than a jigsaw puzzle

 

Its late Im tired I want to get on with it so I grab a karambit and start slicin below the armpit

I take hold of the loose skin and rip until it loosens n peels off like flakes of metal from corrosion

But Im gettin bored an I gotta meet someone at the club

So fuck it, Ill strap your ass into a scapherism tub

Loaded with grubs, termites and all

Stick a gopro on the opposite wall

Force feed ya once a day to keep you breathin

With the excrutiating feeling of the bites increasing

Keep you alive in there for nearly a year

Before they finally reach your vitals and your heartrate goes clear

Whatevers left of your corpse Ill pick up with two fingers

Then shatter it on the floor but the smell still lingers

Grab the gopro and fastforward through the last year of your fate

And watch as your wretched writhing corpse slowly disintegrates

 

 

So if I catch ya lurkin round my place

Better know to hide your face an keep some space

None of my dogs in all their years

Have ever seen or heard of a muzzle

So if you're lucky enough to ever leave here

You'll be in more pieces than a jigsaw puzzle