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Looks like, feels like murder
Smells like, tastes like murder
Feels like, tastes like murder
Must be murder
Looks like, feels like murder
Smells like, tastes like murder
Feels like, tastes like murder
Must be murder
When God comes it curtains, baby butchering, bloodthirsting and body burninâ rupturing aneurysms from your brain burstinâ
I smack Leatherface and laugh at Jason
I stick my dick in that Lucifer chick that used the crucifix for masturbation
Satanâsner, kiddies lock your door, itâs the art of war
Spittinâ horrorcore since Lionel Richie was a commodore
Its 'M' for Murder Hitchcock,
I start a convo, like who you like better, Big or Pac
Then I suck your pussy âtil your clit pop
Yeah boy, like Iâm Flavor Flav with a big clock
Dispatchinâ any competetor, youâre regular
Detachinâ your your retina, the bloodsheder bitches piss on me
My dick meat stink like pastrami
My white ass is whiter than Mitt Romney
Hillary Clinton can get her clit done with my big tounge
Have the bitch strung, once me dick swung, her lip drip cum
When I bust I leave more than your face and your mouth smothered
I leave your coach and your living room and your whole house flooded
âTil every fan bumps this, Iâm rowdy ravenous and rambunctious
Have white bitches wearinâ hammer pants dancinâ to canât touch this
I paint pictures on canvases, stick a fist up your bitches like hand puppets
Pussy gargalin lickinâ your clam nuggets
Lyrically you ainât never caught a body
I dunk your head and make you drink the shitty piss water in the porter potty
Lesbian orgy with Earthlings and green bitches fuckin in public
Iâm on some other shit, I get aliens on a mothership suckinâ dick
Iâm the best and thatâs it, put me on top your rap list
Have all the dead rappers come out their graves, and do my ad-libs
Bitch, câmon
Looks like, feels like murder
Smells like, tastes like murder
Feels like, tastes like murder
Must be murder
Looks like, feels like murder
Smells like, tastes like murder
Feels like, tastes like murder
Must be murder
They say you are what you eat, I don't recall eating a fuckinâ rapist
I throw a rock up in the sky and hit a freakinâ spaceship, Iâm goinâ ape shit
Hey bitch, how come everytime you give me head
My dick get cut up by the seam of your braces
A grown man that still lives in his mamaâs basement
Dissect a fuckinâ ape and give it a brain replacement
I murk y'all, bitch you soft as a Nerf ball
Auto-erotic asphyxiation, choke myself when I jerk off
Put your ass in the dirt dog, created the law of Kershaw
But the pussy smell like pamino's, then man that's just a turn off
None of you dumb fucks concerninâ us
I tie you to the gas stove in hell tell Lucifer turn the furnace up
Me and R.A. the Rugged, you fuckers gonâ love it
You a bitch, you snuggle with men, take dick, kiss it and chug it
Iâm a glut and eat buckets of nuggets of human flesh
And blow his rap budget on crack, snacks and puppets
Fuck a metaphor, I metamorph into a feather dwarf
With a knife and slam my dick inside the dresser drawer
Strangle you, I strangelinâ myself to see who die quicker
Poppinâ your casket with a pistol like surprise nigga
So when we die, make it to the pearly gates
When God donât let me in I clap his ass with this .38
Forensic scientists canât even identify the shit that I did to the bodies
Blood stain in the lobby, morphine in the IV, cut scalpel when I see
I'm fly to death, Kamikaze, Iâm probably in Illuminati
Fuck a beat, I rock over a queef
And if I go broke Iâm stickinâ Kanye West for his teeth
Looks like, feels like murder
Smells like, tastes like murder
Feels like, tastes like murder
Must be murder
Looks like, feels like murder
Smells like, tastes like murder
Feels like, tastes like murder
Must be murder
- Album:
- My Grandmas Basement