At Your Door

(Starts at 0:21) Verse 1 - Off the top of my head, off with your head,

anybody who fucked with me got there ass dropped dead.

I am not quite convinced that you're ready.....

Better be steady because I'm hacking off pieces with a machete,

and shredding it and making a wonderful plate of spaghetti... DELICIOUS!

I don't think you wanna fuck with me I am vicious.

Don't ever bring up my sickness, my illness.

You're a victim for just being a witness, you'll never get my forgiveness.

Just forget this. I don't think you want more of me.

You think I'm lying and really I'm a pussy?

But I'm sure you don't wanna see.

Me at your door and I know that surely. I'm a killer purely.

I may not kill you physically, but mentally.

I'm on a mental murder spree.

Just admit to it, so we can all agree.

Mentally especially.

But I'm not rapping good enough, apparently. IT WILL NEVER BE!

(Starts at 1:03) Chorus - I don't think you want any more.

Saying I suck then I show up at your door.

It then starts to become a gun show.

With my rhyme scheme it's a crime scene at your house tomorrow.

I'm just saying some gibberish at this point and it's sorrow...

But I don't think you want me on Dateline on your TV tomorrow! I ain't hallow!

(Starts at 1:24) Verse 2 - Halloween! And I'm snatching you up.

Instead of candy in my bag, I want your blood in my cup

I grab a slut, I nut, and stab her in the gut.

This a short verse but a big message, ya got it?

You caught it? Dig your body out your grave and saw it.