Alex Bell

I slice and dice with a knife, cutting the pupils out your eye

Can't cry tonight, why? Because you don't have tear ducts inside

Wanna "Kill this guy?" little dyke, impossible because I already died

My Evil shrine is to high in the sky for fools like you to climb

 

Can't take the heat, I leave the weak swept off their feet

If you meet a dude like me I will ensure you will have no sleep

I keep bashing these beats to your head everyday of the week

Can't eat, can't pump your meat, always there call me a vicious creep

 

I pop lyrical shots from my glock, painful, you're begging me to stop

Once dead i chop you, and post your body on Instagram, title "fresh crop"

I got a bag, put you in, tied the knot, dragged you outside avoiding the cops

Brought a mop and clean where you been sawed and left you outside to rot

 

Can't nobody tell, I hid the evidence well behind the bookshelf

disposed you down a well and through a vapor bomb along to cover the smell

Life went on, I checked the mail, letters stating have you seen "Alex Bell"

Yea, I have seen him cold, pale and stale at the gates of hell