Tekst piosenki
[VERSE 1]
The delivery room
I walk in baring a magnum
Fuck a mother in labor
Without wearing a magnum
The father can’t stop me
Cuz I stab him and gag him
Not even nurses and doctors
I fucking bag ’em and tag ’em
Shove my motherfucking arm
Down inside of that bitch mouth
Grab the baby by the ankle
Yank quick to get ripped out
Of the throat and momma choke
A little giggle slipped out
Cuz I’m thinking about the silly
Body bag I picked out
Take the infant by force
Make it stare into the corpse
Until it learns to speak the words
„My dead mommy is a whore”
Make it face the 44
Paint it’s brain onto the floor
Swing by the nursery and
Turn it into a morgue
I stood over the shoulder of
James Holmes when I told him
To walk in with the automatic
Weapons and unload ’em
Really bumming out mother
Fuckers all across Colorado
So for compensation, they
Went and legalized marijuana
Looking a child in the eye
Say to him he gonna die
Then when he begins to cry
All he wants to know is why
So I tell that little faggot
It would be my delight
It’s because this is what you get
Just for being five
Even Gary Busey says
That I’m a fuckin crazy nigga
The only feeling I’m giving to
Other people is rigor
Mortis, lyin fuckin still there
Ain’t no telling what I do to ’em
I just know that when I kill ’em
I make ’em say my pseudonym
[VERSE 2]
I fuckin murder effective
You can call me affectionate
Ride your ass in traffic
So I can eat the excrement
Reverse the situation and
Crash to get a settlement
Eyeballing the damage and
Give an accurate estimate
Cutting off your head for
Improper etiquette
Leave me your possessions
In your last will and testament
Makin sex to your pets
Because I am petulant
Parokeet skeet
Is my favorite element
I’ll suck your dick slow cuz
You’re dead and it’s delicate
Pump and swirl my method
I confess I am a Methodist, drinking
Pesticide all the time
I’m probably a pessimist
I’m a lesser human being
I guess I am a Mexican
Supporter of abortions
I’m non-prolific
The voices in my head
Be speaking in hieroglyphics
Bust in bitches asses
Cuz I’m so analytic
Got her sucking on my balls
This bitch be ballistic
Never wear lipstick
When I suck a dude’s dick
But my lipgloss is popping
When I’m tossing dude’s shit
Like salads with a bunch
Of feekle matter on it
Be sippin on bleach
Mixed with gin tonics
My life is such a joke
That I will die a comic
Two Adams, no Eve
This shit is diatomic
It doesn’t take a hipster
To say it’s ironic
That I’m slow in the head
But I move super sonic
Go figga, my nigga
Loose trigga, get bigga
Same mother, lame lover
Blaine Tucker, „muh fucka”
Shove my fucking balls
Right into your infant’s mouth
Then shove that little fucker
In the crevice of the couch
You think you’re hot shit
I ain’t heard about you, spick
I’ll snatch your fuckin beats
And mash the cartilage out ya dick
I got Josh Duhamel
Beheaded in a ditch
Burn down ya whole hood
Where’s ya Safe Haven now, bitch
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