i sit in a dark room with nobody but myself and puttin on my thoughts unto this bottle i got off this shelf i know i need help for the fact i was contemplatin on my death as suicide gettin somebody to rob but i post up right here with the tech now lolligaggin with their life and thinkin bout cookin your noodle poppin your top on off with the knife and brain fraidin to the nightstand i know but not as cold as some of these hoes been in my refrigerator freezin cheaper screamin it was froze one oh no bloody toes and elbows i was standin one foot from that motherfucker when he whispered but there was nobody there that could save me though from the monstrous chef knife cut you with the freddy stripes and that hides you to death the real michael myers no rob zombie no motherfuckin dr loomis just one sick individual off of a one fifty one when think when i do this just black out wake up the next day covered in blood and guts with pieces of nuts leakin with the puss and brains and kidneys stickin to my chucks i know it sounds fucked i know it sounds fucked up i can t help it and i really mean this use the music as a plead for help hell believe it i really seen it the old english got me beatin away at my penis till it throb lookin like a corn on the cob balls bigger than venus runnin up into the pep when they seen us like the motherfucker was the reaper bustin tryin to be tough and now they re sufferin the repercussions midsections gushin thinkin this last thought s for be all trophy but they cannot talk with a mouth full filled up with the hatred never rest until you meet your doom hit a nigga with a quick kaboom quick kill em and then i m on the move i ma find out in the dune buggy rollin down the street with nothin but swisher sweet and saloon money somebody toast this drink for me keep your opinions to yourself i don t need nobody to think for me you motherfuckers all stink to me if you ask me fuck it i ma keep it to myself heater on the shelf you can keep your health hearin like an elf creepin on the stealth i know it sounds cold  it s cold drinkin thinkin with the venom pistol packin with the get em our motherfuckers like denim their niggas faces like linen lookin like a pretzel when i bend em nigga you choose what sidaz everyone s still beside us nigga the whose who s and the ridaz no survivors everybody dyaz horror movies gore movies more movies with blood and guts and more uzis more gruely automatic weapons causin death and more goolies more frames more bloodstains and brains oozin damn now sick individual i be tryin to be gettin off of this east or eatin orangutan and chilled monkey brains for dessert can i get off until he s hurt puttin bullets in it with the four fifth really into witchcraft don t play with no hocus pocus and i gotta be the dopest cause i m so promotious might overdose on my own shit hit the sure spit runnin with the perm hit bitch you ain t learned shit tell me when you ve had enough or get your guts tucked in the cut with brains and kidneys stickin to my chucks i know it sounds fucked