the lotus pod the lotus pod fucker vampiro child of the rancid wretched darkness vampiro i truly am a juggalotus maniac killa super unknown hero a true hatchet ryda long rain the lotus killas then again its my privilege to power bomb your fuckin ass on a bed of butcher knives muthafucka the result of 6 serial murderin maniac killas killing stabbing hacking all hail the lotus pod from heince we came hello hi i m shaggs i don t know maybe you heard of me the southwest strangla that one guy from icp no well it s cool then you don t know what to expect allow me to extend my hand in friendship and shake your fuckin neck cause if you don t know well now you gotta clue 2 dope maniac killa from dark lotus crew oh shit damn lemme quit chokin ya sike uuhh uhh ahhhhahaha i need a cigarette before i go ballistic statistics of my mind frame explains when i m insane i m twiztid branded with the mark of the axe a minor relapse and all i wanna do is split backs biaatch i m a maniac but you gotta understand that i i can t control my hands and i i ll love ta choke you if i can and i never once nowhere in my mind was i was sane ever since i remember killings just a game  i m a maniac killa see me on the streets bitch my mind is on my axe and my axe is on my side tell me tell me uhh i tippie toe your death is slow nowhere to hide one homicide when i was hungry dead with no money she cleaned your toilets she bought my bullets bullets can be so pretty ugly and bloody i am no sicko not worth a nickel i will not eat you i will defeat you never expected her pain corrected i m a maniac killa blood gets spilled a maniac killa don t get killed i m a maniac killa blood gets spilled a maniac killa don t get killed i be the maniac k i double l a i slit their fuckin throats and have sex with all the bodies i m a retard people call me special though i keep my victims eyelids in manilla office envelopes i split you like a cantalope to see whats on your mind smokin trees keep me find well at least most of the time till i m on your front lawn waitin in the cold the lights on but don t look like nobody home at last i come creepin through darkness mission is stalk and take out any targets scoping out my victims a couple suckas playin dumb with they cash and somebody else ghetto pass punk muthafucka give up your bread this is blaze ya dead homie sick in the head i ve been dead i thought you knew i m a maniac killa psycho thug fillin body bags on the daily nigga whut 
['horrorcore', 'rap rock']