Creep, creep, creep, creep
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Creep, creep, creep, creep creep
Murder, kill shit, kill shit
Murder, kill shit, kill shit
Murder, kill shit, kill shit
Murder, kill shit, kill shit
Bitch, I feel great
I been piling up the drugs
And pussies wanna talk shit
But you don't know shit
Baby, I don't think you really know me
I been dancing with devil
And I think he's tryna blow me
Walk in with a chainsaw
And I'll cut your f*ckin' brains out
Hah hah hah, walk in this bitch
Swing my axe up and down
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Murder, kill shit, kill shit
Murder, kill shit, kill shit
Murder, kill shit, kill shit
Murder, kill shit, kill shit
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder