Lyrics
I'm coming after these b*tches like Billy and Stu/
iller than evil dreams fulfilling and my killing is true/
everybody's feeling for you, this is real, I'm spilling your juice/
your odds of survival are about a million and two/
slicing vocal chords in the throats while choking whores/
grab a bowl with salt and soap to hold and soak your open sores/
no-hope galore, no jokes, soon as I close the door/
you scream all you want, but not before your soul is torn/
a man-with-blood-that's-cold born to slash and kill/
make you like math class fractions, split your ass and heels/
gag you with pills, splash gas in your face until your Adam's Apple squeals/
if I can't get the satisfaction, I know the maggots will/
it's an action thrill when I see demises/
I'll seem nice, but then I'll creep through your front door and beat you with three devices/
the scenes are priceless, curling iron, machine and knight stick/
how'd I use the curling iron, ha ha, it's quite sick/
get it hot and then mash to your chest/
that's classic slasher fashion, to a closed-caskett for rest/
now can you imagine me on my quest with no passion for death/
that's like strung out crack addicts, not asking for meth/
and my journey resumes, there's many others to slay/
the news is saying, "is he done for the day"/
hell nah bitch, stupid question, everyone is to pay/
there's a city-wide curfew, but still I have em running away
Fear builds up, another one goes down/
where will you be when the sun goes down/
this is a question that I have to ask/
to see where the next stop is on my caskett path/
out there listening, if you're new to this/
your town is my personal free looney bin/
all they can say is, this guy is really losing it/
yours truly, City's Lunatic
Words I say, you trying to comprehend and having spasms/
massive attacks on the brain and you can barely last them/
scary fathom, like dying in slow-motion from fatal-asthma/
I'm laughing with sarcasm, calling out the "BOY" like "Tall Man" in "Phantasm"/
step to me and successfully rest in peace/
I wreck your set with ease and rip out your chest like a hysterectomy/
they dreadfully detected me, blood bath, no referree/
power blessed me, respectfully and checking me from leprosy/
so you'll never see me collapsing on the block/
but instead, standing and laughing at your hands on the glock/
bashing, slashing and stabbing your clock/
eternal happiness with passion for the aftermath which has your body split in half and tossed/
lying back in moss, your new residence is the river/
authorities step in, but can't get the evidence in your liver/
an electric lead missile was pressed in your inner/
frame, no name, cold, John Doe, call the coroner to dress him for winter/
express my opinions with any means that it takes/
I slither in my mission like when Adam and Eve seen the snake/
prone to murder both asleep and awake/
sneak in your room, stand on your neck, mash with my feet till it breaks/
Sinister maybe, but that's just the way that it be/
Sinister maybe, but that's just the way it's me/
Sick maybe, but that's the thoughts up in my brain/
Sick maybe, I shouldn't have been born insane
*laughter*
