[Intro: Roger "conscience" Ramos]
So, this first part goes out to all the parents
All you mothers, fathers who love your kids
Keep them away from my music
I promise you, you will thank me later
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
[Verse 1: Roger "conscience" Ramos]
If I were you, I'd lock my child up, confined in solitude
'Cause I'll light the kid on fire and invite you to the barbecue
You better listen now, motherf**ers, or I promise you
You're gonna come to find he's on the news or on a noose
If he jamming to my music, I'll give him bad habits
I'm a bad influence
Simple b**h-slapping, open fire on some school kids
When it comes to rapping, possibilities are numerous
I raise the motherf**ing bar along with hell, so, don't step to me, rook
I'm leaving rappers impaled with my deadly hooks
Desiigner, Uzi, Meek Mill be especially shook!
I look at XXL as just a recipe book
Your lines dispense nothing but an embarra**ment
All my rhymes intense like they're Native Americans
Dinnertime has commenced, and every rapper I'm tearing at dies in hospital beds
I'm leaving rappers asparagus
Yeah, I'm a motherf**ing psychopath
I'm John at the sight, Ed Gein with the craft
You guys think I'm lying, but I promise I'm mad
Jeff Dahmer's surprised by the rhymes that I rap
Walk alone in the night, and you'll hear my laughter
If your phone rings, I suggest you answer
b**h, step to the mic!
Come get your dreams shattered
I'll steal the light, man, I'mma jack o' lantern
Get up on my level, it's the 13th floor
Yeah, no matter what, you'll never reach or ever see it, bro!
You will lose your damn mind in the elevator, yo
Man, Elisa Lam tried and look what happened to the hoe!
This Halloween, don't fall asleep
'Less you wanna see your poor mama bleed
Come follow me on this ride, you see
I gotta lotta treats for you tricks to eat
[Outro: Roger "conscience" Ramos]
(Sound of child laughing)
That's right, come here, come here
Get in the f**ing van!
Get in the f**ing van!
Get- (door slams)
(Sound of owl hooting)