If i could go back
Rewind the past and grapple it
I would click clack and grab a gat to slap 'em with
If i could spin back i'd stab you faggots at the neck
Then i would sit back and watch yall tryna fathom it
And that is when the f*cking pacifist
Errupts and vanishes
One from the cabinet to make 'em feel inadequate
I've f*cking had it with you gallant acting savages
When just a look from me can make yall freeze up on the spot
I'm what happened when
Medusa was having sex
With a Basilisk
Cuz even i can't stand the f*cking sight of me
I'm f*cking frightening
Don't try to hide from me
Cuz you could duck and still get struck by lightning
Losing hope
Right as you feel the rope tightening
Around your neck
'Till what you're left with is an
Epileptic
Paranoid schizophrenic
Without a medic
Blood stained curtains
And as the pain worsens
You're hoping i'll decide that all of it just ain't worth it
You couldn't even tell if you're looking the same person
I'm taking turns with
My other personalites
Having a blast
Till you gotta ruin it
With your stupid f*ckin' questions like
"Why you doing this?
How did you get in here?"
Saying shit like
"This about the 20 bucks i owe you?
You can take it then
You'll never get away with this"
Yea i will
Think i planned it out enough
I got a dagger for the cuts
Plastic for the blood
A hatchet just for fun
It's not that complex
4 bags for the head, torso
Arms, legs
Rocks to weigh 'em down
Then i'll make my way back from the lake
Safe and sound
Guess i hated how
I used to be the type of kid
That was too afraid to make a sound
Since everytime i did
They would try to take me down
And i would let 'em
So if i could go back
I'd be graspin' every second
Take a breath in
Think eleven different ways to send em straight to hell and
Yall wouldn't even look at me the same way
If i told you what the f*ck i do just to maintain
So you could either play it safe
Or make em pay
But you could never make a U-turn once you've picked a lane
Don't be a bitch in vain
Cuz once you put the blade back into your pocket
You'll wanna go back and rewind it
Knowing there was more that you could do to stop it
Next time take the blade and drive it
Through his motherf*ckin' eye lid
Otherwise your mind will be confined in a cage
My hiding place
A quiet place
And my mistake
Was taking too much time to get that there's no time to waste
Am i insane?
Does morphine make you constipate
And hard to concentrate?
Should Iggy, Nikki and Rihanna copulate?
And if you think to diss me
Will you hesitate
And start to contemplate
'Fore you try to call me fake?
It's 3 am and i'm pacing backwards
As i think of ways to humiliate
Your favourite rappers
I'm Dexter Morgan
Killin' mormon orphans
For their f*cking organs
And you're tripping if you think i did it postmortem
Sort em in the storage
But i can't remember where i
Stored 'em
Now i feel like reaping more kids
I'm a wee bit morbid
I been deamed the least important
I was weak
When i was weak
I got kicked till i was bleeding more blood
Now blood's the only thing that i been needing more of
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English
If i could go back
Rewind the past and grapple it
I would click clack and grab a gat to slap 'em with
If i could spin back i'd stab you faggots at the neck
Then i would sit back and watch yall tryna fathom it
And that is when the f*cking pacifist
Errupts and vanishes
One from the cabinet to make 'em feel inadequate
I've f*cking had it with you gallant acting savages
When just a look from me can make yall freeze up on the spot
I'm what happened when
Medusa was having sex
With a Basilisk
Cuz even i can't stand the f*cking sight of me
I'm f*cking frightening
Don't try to hide from me
Cuz you could duck and still get struck by lightning
Losing hope
Right as you feel the rope tightening
Around your neck
'Till what you're left with is an
Epileptic
Paranoid schizophrenic
Without a medic
Blood stained curtains
And as the pain worsens
You're hoping i'll decide that all of it just ain't worth it
You couldn't even tell if you're looking the same person
I'm taking turns with
My other personalites
Having a blast
Till you gotta ruin it
With your stupid f*ckin' questions like
"Why you doing this?
How did you get in here?"
Saying shit like
"This about the 20 bucks i owe you?
You can take it then
You'll never get away with this"
Yea i will
Think i planned it out enough
I got a dagger for the cuts
Plastic for the blood
A hatchet just for fun
It's not that complex
4 bags for the head, torso
Arms, legs
Rocks to weigh 'em down
Then i'll make my way back from the lake
Safe and sound
Guess i hated how
I used to be the type of kid
That was too afraid to make a sound
Since everytime i did
They would try to take me down
And i would let 'em
So if i could go back
I'd be graspin' every second
Take a breath in
Think eleven different ways to send em straight to hell and
Yall wouldn't even look at me the same way
If i told you what the f*ck i do just to maintain
So you could either play it safe
Or make em pay
But you could never make a U-turn once you've picked a lane
Don't be a bitch in vain
Cuz once you put the blade back into your pocket
You'll wanna go back and rewind it
Knowing there was more that you could do to stop it
Next time take the blade and drive it
Through his motherf*ckin' eye lid
Otherwise your mind will be confined in a cage
My hiding place
A quiet place
And my mistake
Was taking too much time to get that there's no time to waste
Am i insane?
Does morphine make you constipate
And hard to concentrate?
Should Iggy, Nikki and Rihanna copulate?
And if you think to diss me
Will you hesitate
And start to contemplate
'Fore you try to call me fake?
It's 3 am and i'm pacing backwards
As i think of ways to humiliate
Your favourite rappers
I'm Dexter Morgan
Killin' mormon orphans
For their f*cking organs
And you're tripping if you think i did it postmortem
Sort em in the storage
But i can't remember where i
Stored 'em
Now i feel like reaping more kids
I'm a wee bit morbid
I been deamed the least important
I was weak
When i was weak
I got kicked till i was bleeding more blood
Now blood's the only thing that i been needing more of
Rewind the past and grapple it
I would click clack and grab a gat to slap 'em with
If i could spin back i'd stab you faggots at the neck
Then i would sit back and watch yall tryna fathom it
And that is when the f*cking pacifist
Errupts and vanishes
One from the cabinet to make 'em feel inadequate
I've f*cking had it with you gallant acting savages
When just a look from me can make yall freeze up on the spot
I'm what happened when
Medusa was having sex
With a Basilisk
Cuz even i can't stand the f*cking sight of me
I'm f*cking frightening
Don't try to hide from me
Cuz you could duck and still get struck by lightning
Losing hope
Right as you feel the rope tightening
Around your neck
'Till what you're left with is an
Epileptic
Paranoid schizophrenic
Without a medic
Blood stained curtains
And as the pain worsens
You're hoping i'll decide that all of it just ain't worth it
You couldn't even tell if you're looking the same person
I'm taking turns with
My other personalites
Having a blast
Till you gotta ruin it
With your stupid f*ckin' questions like
"Why you doing this?
How did you get in here?"
Saying shit like
"This about the 20 bucks i owe you?
You can take it then
You'll never get away with this"
Yea i will
Think i planned it out enough
I got a dagger for the cuts
Plastic for the blood
A hatchet just for fun
It's not that complex
4 bags for the head, torso
Arms, legs
Rocks to weigh 'em down
Then i'll make my way back from the lake
Safe and sound
Guess i hated how
I used to be the type of kid
That was too afraid to make a sound
Since everytime i did
They would try to take me down
And i would let 'em
So if i could go back
I'd be graspin' every second
Take a breath in
Think eleven different ways to send em straight to hell and
Yall wouldn't even look at me the same way
If i told you what the f*ck i do just to maintain
So you could either play it safe
Or make em pay
But you could never make a U-turn once you've picked a lane
Don't be a bitch in vain
Cuz once you put the blade back into your pocket
You'll wanna go back and rewind it
Knowing there was more that you could do to stop it
Next time take the blade and drive it
Through his motherf*ckin' eye lid
Otherwise your mind will be confined in a cage
My hiding place
A quiet place
And my mistake
Was taking too much time to get that there's no time to waste
Am i insane?
Does morphine make you constipate
And hard to concentrate?
Should Iggy, Nikki and Rihanna copulate?
And if you think to diss me
Will you hesitate
And start to contemplate
'Fore you try to call me fake?
It's 3 am and i'm pacing backwards
As i think of ways to humiliate
Your favourite rappers
I'm Dexter Morgan
Killin' mormon orphans
For their f*cking organs
And you're tripping if you think i did it postmortem
Sort em in the storage
But i can't remember where i
Stored 'em
Now i feel like reaping more kids
I'm a wee bit morbid
I been deamed the least important
I was weak
When i was weak
I got kicked till i was bleeding more blood
Now blood's the only thing that i been needing more of
Writer: Amer Ali
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