[Hook]
Now When You Make Me Click the grinch will come and you get buck [x16]
[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
I won't stop till I'm dead
I got this glock and imma bout to stay fed even if I have to shoot God in the head
My favorite color is probably red
I'm bucking b**hes down and filling drainage ditches up with bloodshed
k** your only child in her bed especially facing deification
In the air I feel you up with medication
Catch you on the steps
Face and look into the eyes of the mask
As I force you to say your final goodbyes
I'm getting eviler as I get older
Hit the dash for the micro-ca**ette recorder to hear it over
Shaking and shivering from paranoia
When they ask me if I recognize this girl I say I need my lawyer
She isn't even underneath the soil
This sh** is hotter than the myriad of corpses Jeffrey Dahmer boiled
And something tells me you don't recognize the sound that well
A pack of hollow tips barking at you like the hounds of hell
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
I've been sinning ever since the beginning
The ski mask on my face so when I make you suffer I make sure you can see me grinning
Elderly people and women and children
None can escape the wrath of Dylan as I exercise my melon peeling
I'm addicted to stealing
I got a [?] eleven in my brain so when I make a stang I make sure that you feel it
I gotta feeling for the k**ing
Cause it's an obsession
Get away clean as the forces of nature shrouds me with protection
Busters better make
Way and get to stepping
If I catch ya slipping make you do a threesome with my Smith & Wesson
I'm bout to break you off
Break. Break. Break you off
Tie you up and gently guide yo head right through my table salt
So much blood you think I was influenced by bathing salts
Deep in the woods
I'm up to no good like a solitaire satan cult
I did a course number
I'm bout to make the forensic team feel like they stepped inside a Cannibal Corpse cover
[Hook]