Got machetes and I'm ready,
the body bags are filled,
the shotty smash ya will
and I'm deadly when I'm steady
readily waiting to kill
give a fuck about ya screams
hating ya chil- dren, I kill them, my means
are parrallel to attitudes,
see I'm mad at you
I'll smack you too, and crack in two
your body figure
and if I have to rhyme sicker, I will rhyme sicker
my mind quicker, to think
of the ways to dump ya blood in a sink
quick fast, dispose of evidence
and it's evident, I'm pissed off, frusterated
actually I'm living in a bus naked
pissing on the homeless,
trust this, is something that I hold in
paranoia schizophrenia
with depression mixed with mania
insane mentality, warped reality
same in the brain cavity
where pain is al-ready, mad at me
causing tragedies, lyrical apathy
cause I'm apathetic,
past pathetic, you rap synthetic,
give a fuck about your rapping credit
I will smash you, cause I got to
bodys breaking, oddly shaping,
bullets smacking you, alien
warfare, give a fuck what the whores bare
you bore us, clitoris, ripping it right there
and let it fry, when the mic tear.