Momma’s Gon’ Be Scared
3-15

Verse 1:
Your world will quake and your body will shake
When you hear and fear the clear screams that I make
I feel so good now and I feel real great
After the delicious, nutritious flesh and limbs that I ate
The organs, the meat, and the eyeballs had a good taste
Goddamn, I devoured them on a plate with haste
You gon’ die soon; too bad you won’t live to tell who you faced
At 10 past 3 a.m. and how you were chased
Or the way you tried running away, with a fast pace
You can try to hide, but your own home should be the last place
I’ll find you, cut you up for breakfast; if you have bad taste
I’ll feed you to my dogs; I won’t let you go to waste
That’s my only type of sympathy; it can’t be replaced
And all my vulgar vocabulary words can’t be rephrased
Above all who love this shit, I should be praised
Momma’s gon’ be scared of the boy she raised

//Chorus//
//Momma's gon be scared tonight
Momma's gon be full of fright
Momma's gon be scared of me
Cause this is who I came to be.//X2

Verse 2:
I’m covered in so many peoples’ blood; it’s all over my clothes
Blood between my toes; a little girl’s blood I suppose
I’m supposed to oppose any person who knows
Or anybody who knows ‘bout the bloody crimes I compose
After your curfew, you knew exactly who was comin’ close
You're late for home; I hope you don’t mind if I impose
Trespass into my house and you’ll see some little glows
They’re candles that shows skeletons on my shelves put in rows
Then look under my bed, and you’ll see my ex’s head
You’ll see some bodies half alive; but the rest is dead
Then you turn around and unfortunately see me up close
I’ll see your sausage-looking fingers, and want some of those
Serial murderer and cannibal; from movies, I arose
I could show all my love for killing with a rose
I killed a hundred times; violating my oaths
Momma’s gon’ be scared; (Ha!) why you hating my flows?

//Chorus//
//Momma's gon be scared tonight
Momma's gon be full of fright
Momma's gon be scared of me
Cause this is who I came to be.//X2

Verse 3:
You’ll try to live up your final hours, cause I’m your bane
I just want all the blood and energy in your body to drain
You’ll drop to the ground and try to be feign
But that bullshit will not work on me; you got nothing to gain
My favorite setting is late nights with lightning and hard rain
The victims don’t even matter ‘cause my preys are same
They scream and beg for mercy, and yell out God’s name
Reading this, you would probably think I’m not sane
This is my moment of triumph; this is my evilly reign
I don’t care much for the remaining man; he will be slain
None of my victims have ever died without any stain
I never came from a killing spree without any strain
I can’t be overthrown; this is my campaign
Delivering excruciating misery, agony, and pain
You can come join me; kill and ordain
Momma’s gon’ be scared; this is my way to entertain

//Chorus//
//Momma's gon be scared tonight
Momma's gon be full of fright
Momma's gon be scared of me
Cause this is who I came to be.//X2