Mr. Roger

(álbum: Wonderland - 2016)

Pull up to your crib
About a hundred deep
Take a seat
You about to meet a hundred creeps
They all mad
See your daughter naked now they wanna peep
She was changing in her jammie's
So I snuck a peek

Hop up out the jeep
And force my way in
You can tell I'm after something
By the way I came on in
Keep the screaming on the low Roger
I know you tryna be a father
To your favorite daughter
But I almost shot her

These victims try and scream
Thinking its gon help
But it only makes me angry
So I tie them with a belt

All These victims never prayed
But tonight they pray
Thinking its gon make me leave
But instead I stay

Psycho Norman Bates
I pretend to be
Put your wife's dress on
Start dancing gracefully
Lay her mediocre body right under me
Tell the bitch to suck my dick
Before she kiss my feet

These victims try and scream
Thinking its gon help
But it only makes me angry
So I tie them with belt

All These victims never prayed
But tonight they pray
Thinking its gon make me leave
But instead I stay

After hacking up your wife
I have a present for ya
All these voices in my head
Just bring me paranoia
Tie you up against the chair
So there ain't nothing for ya
Except this razor blade
I'm about to introduce to Toya

Toya turned 18
So the bitch is legal
She's fan of my music
She know Kraven's lethal
I remove the duct tape
Then present the needle
I shoot bleach inside her veins
Until I see her fecal

These victims try and scream
Thinking its gon help
But it only makes me angry
So I tie them with belt

All These victims never prayed
But tonight they pray
Thinking its gon make me leave
But instead I stay

Pussy mother fucker now it's your turn
Should I cut off all your toes
Or let your throat burn
I'm not sure but I know you about to die tonight
Close your eyes Mr Roger
You gon' see the light