The Master Of Ruckus

(álbum: The Notorious Goriest - 2018)

Looking through your window like a creep
The grim reaper run up on you
While your in deep sleep and leave you six feet deep
Study sleep patterns
So I could leave your bloody splattering
In a psychedelic pattern when I'm battering your bladder in
Gat up to your abdomen
Shut ya off, ring
That's collateral on any mile
Bada bing
Cops are vigilant to stop this belligerent
Imminent danger your left to arrange a candlelight vigil
Guidance from the trife Highlander with knives
I get violent when I experience the silence of the night
Got nothing but scary eyes at whores with hairy thighs
You ain't worth my murder let you live you're barely alive
Insane down to execute a nuns twat
I love when it rains it mutes the sound of gun shots
Quick and decisive in the shadows I'm nice with it
When it comes to this craft I could give you advice on it

Bitch shut the fuck up b'fore I kill you

Since a kid I been dreaming to kill an invalid
Catch em while he's sleeping
And stomp on his head with Timberlands
Smack you with the gat like a racket in Wimbledon
Cause your an imp nimble simpleton Rumpelstiltskin
Hold the chamber exploder load in a cunt like Wilt Chamberlain
Kill the neighbors too if I got enough favoritism
Thought you was nice in position you drew your gun
I shot you in the mouth ammunition right through your tongue
Caught you like a psychotic anaconda
You're choking on the bullet
Like a dude token on hydroponic marijuana
You got degraded like a penetrated gerbil
Trying a beg for your life, though you can't articulate the verbals
This man's absurd, unwelcome visitation no dissertation
Your solicitation of mercy, can't be heard
This is not a dream, I'll warn you not to scream
I'm not lying in my Dungarees, I'm about to cream

Bitch shut the fuck up b'fore I kill you