(Intro)
Yeah
Yoh, yoh
Yoh, Look

(Verse)
Here comes Jason, stab wounds in your face son
I'm the crazed one, when it's friday the 13th, I will go insane son
You see me at every murder scene
Got more power than Michael Myers
No I'm not a liar, I caught you in the shower
You live on Elm Street and I will visit you in your sleep
Fuck Freddy, he's not ready, I'll make him sweaty
Maybe I'm paled but Ghostface looks scared to death
Chucky is a real fucking mess, little cute doll
I throw that pussy into the wall, bounce that thing like a fucking basket ball
Grab the butcher knife and butcher you in the night
Slaughter your soul, but keeping your life
I'm making you ill right, I'm that creepy satanic voice in Amityville (Katch' em, Kill' em)
This skin jacket is made of Buffalo Bill, I'm the cannibal
Not you Hannibal, I silence the lambs
Make them into a different kind of ham
I rip up Jack, stab him from the back
Beat him in the face, 'til his eyes are black
I take this plane and hijack, and crash it into the sacred house
Watch when I tear it down, so much insanity
Kill Ted Bundy, cut him the tummy
He was a dummy and to my master I say, what's the matter honey
Sick of me, biggest emcee, is what I am see
Biggest psycho, with this verse I just killed
Jason, Freddy, Ghostface, Chucky and Michael
Buffalo Bill, Jack the Ripper, Ted Bundy and Hannibal
I make them look like typical criminals
Take liters of their blood in my swimming pool
Take a bath in it, take Norman's brain and spin it
Take a shevol, lift it, smash it to his head
I like it when everybody is dead, brains that hang
And dangle from their necks, broken legs
Broken ankle joints, this is the breaking point
Yoh, this bitch screams and make a lot of noise
I'll bring out my toy, grab her and stabbing her
I'm the rawest slasher when I splatter her, matter of fact my brother
Tape this with his phone camera, spit on my grave bitch
I spit on your name and your brain bitch
Think you're brave, but you ain't
My flow is like Slim Shady, so crazy
He's the greatest emcee to ever have touched a mic
Insane in the brain, his lyrics are like a big light
Helps me to get through the night
Helps me in my fights, inspire me to write
What I write, and I wrote this right
From my crazy brain, you other rappers are lame
Who should we blame, you tell me
Now you're about to witness me, the one and only twisted me
Mister sinister, come here to take your little sister
Into my world, fuck Bagul, demon fool
Doesn't use the right tools, you don't have to kill a whole
Family for a little boy, you only gotta destroy
Their hope, and make them hope, that things getting better
Make them write many letters to the almighty God
Which is me, and I don't answer their prayers
I don't give a fuck, I don't play, this is my way
To say, that I won't open these gates, unless you're a bro
To Norman Bates, or if you're a psychopath
Slash, a slasher, face the facts, the fact is that
I murder raps, and all the crap, that most of you do
After I murder you, you won't have a clue
What just happened to you, boo-boo, after I take a crap, you
Will step and lay down in my poo-poo
You try to fight back, scratch my face, ooh
You try to run, I throw my knife and hit your back
Break your bones, so it sounds crack
I don't need to pack a pistol, I've got my butcher knife
Ready to take your life, you're no match for me
You managed to escape see, but your legs are damaged see
You collapse straight on the tracks, wait
Here comes the train, and I won't help you up
I wait till the train pass and your face is fucked up
Take you home again, have an experiment
Decorate your face, would you like to be my friend
I can stay with you till the end
I want the answer to be yes, what's the answer
Oh wait, let me guess, is it yes, no
What you mean no, you fucking ho
I thought we were friends but no, you wanna go
Well you can't, your legs are broken, remember
You will not survive, you'd better dive, under the pillow
To wake up, but this you can't break up
Only if you sell your soul, before twelve pm
But you have to be all by yourself
In the shadows and depths of hell
In the burning fire and flames, this is the only way
To get your brain sane again, to stop be insane, yoh
Well then, give me your soul
Letherface you'd better face, me alone
Rainy weather, car chase, I ride alone
Fuck the police, get the fuck off my throne
Fuck Reinfeldt, and all you homos, I will never fold
Never gonna stop with what I'm doing
My lifestyle is looping, rhymes I'm shooting
I'm young but I'll beat your ass like Rabbit punched Greg Buehl
Kryptonite won't do, that only makes me strong, what're you gonna do
So kill the rumors it ain’t happening, I’ma rap 'til I'm fossil fuel

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