Come in to your home kill every mother fucker up in that bitch now we are alone don't you dare go running for your phone bitch ima serial killer schizofrantic type i'll bite your face off you wouldn't believe the number of bodies i have stashed under my porch i could skin you i could chain you up throw you in a lake but i think ill just nut in your but then gut you like a fish i have this incurable itch to kill so god help any mother fucker who looks at me wrong but you are one of those people and nothing can help you now