Come in to your home
Kill every mother f*cker up in that bitch
Now we are alone
Don't you dare go running for your phone
Bitch im a serial killer schizo frantic type
I'll bite your face off
You wouldn't believe the number of bodies i have stashed under my porch
I could skin you i could chain you up
Throw you in a lake
But i think ill just nut in your but then gut you like a fish
I have this incurable itch to kill
So god help any mother f*cker who looks at me wrong
But you are one of those people and nothing can help you now