its the hit-em-up, git-em-up, split ya gut.. not givin a fuck
lunatic psycho, sick in the head wit the lead about to rip shit up
Im sick as fuck,dwellin in the creek wit a katana
eatin on human meat under the moon just call me the new jeffrey dahmer
bomb on these suckas fast when i bust they ass and smash of in the black cadillac
with a backpack fulla human brains and meat to sell off in these sacramento streets
im the blood cooker, body butcha, putcha in a 55 gallon drum and let you soak it up
loked as fuck as I smoke some dust and cut the body down into some cold cuts
just might go psycho then skitzo, put a coupla slugs into your dental
smash away from the scene in runaway dopefiend's bucket rental
straight Mental, the cannabalist quick to split ya dome and send ya home
get gone, as im wipin down the blood and brain matter from my stainless chrome
In the zone, fulla nutbag madness, spittin venom out the sides of my mouth
tryin to figure my lyrics out
only gonna have you asking "the fucks he talkin about?"
cuz im the coathangla strangla,
gangbanger rearranger,
mind of a ranger,the sign reads DANGER,...
high sidin and riding in a manger...
