APSYCHO

I predict a prophecy of war coming
Don’t even lock your doors because of me
Because something will seep through
The holes of the walls and those old
Cupboards you hear creaking better
Drop your shit and go running
I’m the most vile, sinister sickest child
I’m finna make you eat these words
And finish em with a smile, then twist
You until your spine breaks, then gather
Your whole family’s ashes and bones
And make em into a pile and feast
I’m the motherfuckr that you hear at
Night, when you hearing eeri shit and
Thinking you ain’t hearing right, then
You go to investigate and think that it
Must be fake until you feel that gust of wind
Brush against your chest and face
I know I’m sick but I can’t help it
I’ve watched too many horror flicks
And now I see myself in em
And I don’t even really think I’d help
It if I could, it’s just so damn amusing
To me when I see you shook, cause look
I’m the most deranged man, I’m really
Kinda strange; damn, I think the fucking
Wires in my brain have gone astray again
I’ll have to play with them and fix em til
They stay in there cause this is what’s been
Causing all the problems since the playpen
I love the shit though, I can’t lie, I fantasize
About the thought of my enemies dying
I like to get creative in which way I would
Do it given the chance, I’d put some Satay on they
Flesh and sauté they limbs in a pan
While you bitches was watching Finding
Nemo, I was 5 and evil climbing steeples
Getting high enough to snipe some people
You was eating your cereal watching
Tom & Jerry I was bombing every house
Terrorizing em momentarily, until I had
To stop, cause I grew up, and realized
If I keep doing it like this then I’ll get caught
So I devised a better plan, lie about my
Identity and try and find a hiding place
Where I can strike on unexpect-ing
Victims, and hit them, with a plethora
Of viscous attacks, you heard about that
Missing explorer, or that business man
That went missing instantly when
He accidentally got out my passenger
Door and fucking slammed it
Yeah, that wasn’t me I was eating at
Applebee’s actually, how can that be
Me that ain’t even my scalpel see
Mine’s clean, that ones got blood on it
It’s looking kinda lonely without some
On it, (knock, knock) I’m coming in