Yeah I'm all up in your kitchen like The Strangers
Mask off
I don't give it a second f**ing thought
Cause all these witnesses are pa**ing
I get nasty off the motherf**ing acid like it's bath salts
Trippin' and rolling like a mad god
Lighting on the world, I am not a fair lord
If I had to say, i guess that its my dad's fault
If another f**in' person say that I've got anger problems
Then my boots will show a p**y to the asphalt
Pardon that last part
I think I'm a good guy
Just don't check my backyard shed
There's a couple girls dead
Under black tarps
Yeah I move to paris and i blame it on my landlord
I don't like your f**in' stance hit the switch watch the trapdoor expand
And now I feed you to my rancor
Yeah and all these bloggers that don't like me
Might just catch a f**in curse
Cuz I'm da rudest like a sandstorm
Yeah, I got bullets on the floor
I don't even really get that hungry anymore
I'm not living in my motherf**in' body it's a corpse
Cellophane wrapped, keep a body in the storage
I only relate to other poor kids
Family left me stranded maybe that's why I'm so morbid
Yeah I'm caught in the macabre like I was Rosemary's Orphan
Ill bite your f**ing throat till I hit organs
God
Maybe I take this sh** too far
Cannabis Major like the dog star
Keep a couple b**hes on a leash barking
In my basement like a motherf**ing dog park
I spit this sh** like its a lost art
Got scarab beetles on my arm i feel like Descartes
I'm the philosopher of chainsaws
Leave your brains as a painting and a stained wall