Suicide Lullaby

(album: Mayhem Night - 2011)

Muhfucka, my nightly quota is necessary
I need at least ten corpuses with multiple stab wounds and broken necks to bury
It's mandatory, rancid, gory, extra scary
The lacerations are similar, but the weapons vary
The clock strike midnight, the bells strike fear
Into the hearts of any convenient near who might hear
They know exactly what's coming for 'em from me
Down the chimney without a sack of presents or a white beard
I'm leaving clues like blues all across the country side
A leg here, a few arms there, maybe a couple eyes
But my butcher blade sharp enough to cut DNA strands in half
So CSI, don't fucking try
You might as well give up the chase, cut the case
It's a fucking waste of tax payers dollars in a bunch of states
But this is just a taste, I'll give you the breakdown
[?], you ready? Okay

Now everybody come roll along
We're gonna ride through the night time
Ride 'til it's all gone
This is what we do
Now from the East to the West side
Run, hide, it's just a little suicide lullaby
We will come for you

I ain't a cat-pillar, I'm the real Zodiac killer
With a knife so big, my nickname's Stabzilla
And I'm coming for your ass
Creeping through the grass of your front lawn
With a blunt concrete slab driller
Bitch, I'm packing power tools for creating endeavors
Involving various heads, arms and legs that I've severed
Chain 'em together and drag 'em out to caves in the desert
And hang 'em up like bird feeders and let the bats know
This ain't some fake fantasy ghost shit
I'm in your immediate physical presence
And I don't play nice with the competition
Check in the closet
You'll find a fucking boogey man with his throat slit
This is the terror season, for no apparent reason
I'll tie you down an pluck you bald with a pair of tweezers
And cut you up into fresh steak, and feed you to a cow
Muhfucka, look at me when I'm speaking to you

Now everybody come roll along
We're gonna ride through the night time
Ride 'til it's all gone
This is what we do
Now from the East to the West side
Run, hide, it's just a little suicide lullaby
We will come for you

(Let me calm down for a second, listen)
Alcoholics and chain smokers get laying slain throatless
For the trouble you've beckoned
It's the J-Oker with a big ass W-Eapon
A blade covered with blood is my preference
Guns are elective, my snub is deceptive, but it's just as effective
Cause when the Ruger comes out
I'll stick it up under your chin so hard, it'll pin your tongue to the roof of your mouth
Even Freddy Kruger got lured and [?]
Some dude on his couch doused in lighter fluid
Then we blew up his house
It's all ravenous, grabbing your skull, stabbing it
Dragging you in the cavernous labyrinth, imagine it
Meat in my cabinet, beaten and battering
Bleeding and splattering, screaming and scratching
You can't believe that it's happening
It's like your worst nightmare times ten
(And tomorrow, we're probably gonna do it again)
So, invite friends
It's absolute mayhem, turn the lights down
(Let's get it started) When?
Ahh, how 'bout right

Now everybody come roll along
We're gonna ride through the night time
Ride 'til it's all gone
This is what we do
Now from the East to the West side
Run, hide, it's just a little suicide lullaby
We will come for you

I'm just kidding, murder is bad