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Creepy crawling, in your crib, we’re comin' to kill

Catch you while you sleep, wake up to a gun in your grill

Doing Satan’s business, tie you up, hang you

Strangle you, 22cal. bang, bang you

Mephisto with a pistol, methadrine crystal

Give me all the money, to me you’re less than shit stool

Juxed 51 times, women screaming, blood everywhere

Bound and gagged, in fear you stab, beg for your life

Break the gun handle on your skull, take a jagged knife

Then like an animal indulge, in non-stop stabbing trife

Puncture pregnant bitch, rupture arteries

My horrific cult of vultures, butchering, no remorse, bludgeoning

Slit your throat, gushing like a flushed toilet, now your hunched

My infamous psycho posse, tagging 'pig' up on the door in blood

You can’t stop me from:

Stabbing, and stabbing, and stabbing, and stabbing (Until you die!)

And stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and (My cult keeps)

Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing (Viciously)

Stab you to death!

Face down on the bed, pillow case over your head

Lamp cord choked, leave everyone in the place dead

Knife to your chest, your colon flexes

Slashing the word 'war' in your solar plexus

We’re piranhas, get you prepped for embalmers

You’re pleading, bleeding profusely in your pajamas

Attacking my prey like a starving hawk

Jux ya buttocks with an ox and a carving fork

Senseless crime, no motive, sacred deed

Shock the world, make 'em stand up and take heed

Needle tracks on my arm, influenced by Beatles tracks

Doing your fetal sac harm

«Patty, do something witchy later»

Helter skelter in blood on the refrigerator

Exit, me and my vicious accomplices

Hitch-hike back to the ranch, mission accomplished

Stabbing, and stabbing, and stabbing, and stabbing (Until you die!)

And stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and (My cult keeps)

Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing (Viciously)

Stab you to death!

What the hell I wanna go off and go to work for? Work for what? Money?

I got all the money in the world. I’m the king, man. I run the underworld, guy.

I decide who does what and where they do it at. What am I gonna run around

like some teeny bopper somewhere for someone elses money? I make the money man,

I roll the nickels. The game is mine

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