Myles Malice - Something's Off lyrics

They All, Deserve, To Die THERES SOMETHING OFF WITH ME There's somthing wrong with my brain, there's something wrong with my brain, i'm really f**ed up, sick as sh**, a glutton for pain 3X There's something off with me, I eat the meat clean off the bone, There's something off with me, why would i flip on the light when no ones home I'm back up on the mic, imma k** everytihng in f**in sight Neva give a sh** about a b**h, put em in the dirt quick, mutha f** I cut cho eyes With a box cutta, blind as i gut ya, lotta mutha f**as scared ta get with me Anybody talkin that sh** gone get laid down in the ground, six feet deep unpeacefully You wanna test your luck? Wanna gulp my seed? Wanna get filled up? You look a little pissed off buddy, were ya tipped off? k**a in the flesh here ta chop you up Still ya wanna co*k off, take my f**in top off, try it if you wanna but I'll bet i gone hurt I'll be comin rippin jaws out, only when the stars out, step into my lair little b**h, get murked Stickin em in the back I fillet em up like a butcha, put ya in a dark place, I be packin it for the clap Stickin up for tha pack, split em in the rack, Headed for the top, thats a mu f**in fact Can't nobody stop me, ya might as well cop me, I spit a little loco, act a little co*ky Zip it no talkie, swallow my jocky, beat a mutha f**a to a pulp like rocky When the night be, Im a psychie, i'm the one to call strictly for the knifing Sneakin up behind he, even if he find me, run if you want, but you are neva surviving Pickin with the pistol, get pissed on, ya b**h, imma split you wide, trade fists off for clips Still the little p**y mutha f**a wanna trip, instead of Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, imma cut your wrist drain out! (Hook) Zippin em up, shippin em out, not givin a f**, theres neva a doubt My sh** is equipped with the clips and i shoot from the hip, make ya flip, i'm not f**in around Laid down in the rough, you stiff in the ground, if cravin the flavor, I sever the crown Then choppin you up into bits, and cook in the kitchen, wearin a surgical gown With a smile, no frown, when the meat cool down, imma EAT EAT EAT, til the hunger drown BLOOD, and bones all around, chunks of flesh that I won't choke down Liver, Pancreas, and spleen, what the f** am I gon do with these? Three, two, one, CHEESE, take a photo of the mutha f**in amputee In the wallet got the picture keep it with me everyday Memento of the perpetrator, put em in the grave I show alotta people, i might be a little evil neva claimed to be a saint I'll gut your mother for the fame f** your sister for the brain, Cut your brother for the pain, open up your daddy vein and leave him leakin in the rain Step up in the safe house, sniff a line of cane, rollin up that blunt blowin cla** A strain I'm faded and i'm cravin the flesh, no debatin betta stay in at night Insane up in the brain and imma get ta maimin your frame and I bite No delayin when i'm filletin ya f**a, Bad day to a pay day despite The horror that i portray, Slit em up, Foreplay, countdown, flippin off my switch, goodnight (Hook)