Mutha fuckaz get hung from crooked tree tops....
This shit i spit bring you no hope... as I dream about blooddy bodies.. hangin from a rope... and danglin in the moonlight.....
they look like bloody puppets doing the devil's dance....
this majectic visions i be having.. put me in a wicked trace......
I wanna see my enemies. haing from a roof top.. and a rope around they neck... if they don;t give it to me.. im TAKIN my respect....
I wanna see them hung with their stomachs ripped open. and their internal organs.. rotten...
These are the reprecussions for trying to murda me...
My chainsaw. leave. they chests.. so fucked up....
they be looking like they just had open heart surgery....
but I ain;t stiched me up. ima leave em open...
so you can rip their heart out.. and eat it for dinner....
I have the darkest mind of a sinner....
I guess I feel happy everytime.. i hear another mutha fucka hung himself... cause when they die.. i get this great feelin inside... it makes me wonder.. what them mutha fuckaz... doing on the otherside.. it must be like heaven.. cause livin.. here on earth.. has been a curse since birth... nothing but suffering and hurt....
So I pick up the gun.. and put down my pen...
cock the gun back.. and ask myself...
is this reallyt the end....
but then I take a sip of the henn...
and pass out.. till morning...
and here we go again...
BITCH
This shit i spit bring you no hope... as I dream about blooddy bodies.. hangin from a rope... and danglin in the moonlight.....
they look like bloody puppets doing the devil's dance....
this majectic visions i be having.. put me in a wicked trace......
I wanna see my enemies. haing from a roof top.. and a rope around they neck... if they don;t give it to me.. im TAKIN my respect....
I wanna see them hung with their stomachs ripped open. and their internal organs.. rotten...
These are the reprecussions for trying to murda me...
My chainsaw. leave. they chests.. so fucked up....
they be looking like they just had open heart surgery....
but I ain;t stiched me up. ima leave em open...
so you can rip their heart out.. and eat it for dinner....
I have the darkest mind of a sinner....
I guess I feel happy everytime.. i hear another mutha fucka hung himself... cause when they die.. i get this great feelin inside... it makes me wonder.. what them mutha fuckaz... doing on the otherside.. it must be like heaven.. cause livin.. here on earth.. has been a curse since birth... nothing but suffering and hurt....
So I pick up the gun.. and put down my pen...
cock the gun back.. and ask myself...
is this reallyt the end....
but then I take a sip of the henn...
and pass out.. till morning...
and here we go again...
BITCH
