[Intro: Cyco]
Yeah
Well alright ya
Mister Serial Killer Cyco in this motherfucker
Angel of Death
Haha
Check it out

[Verse 1: Cyco]
I'm a serial killer n***a coming with the trigger cocked and locked
On the photo I duck, now that's a mistake
Fuck that, I'm not your average party rapper
I'm a psycho, the motherfucking graveyard body snatcher
Dark and demented n***a with morbid raps
Feel the torture like laying on a bed of tacks
Ask my partner, the psychotic pimp of darkness. em'Dee
Holding a pump G -n***as know that I'm psycho, straight up psychotic
Stabbing suckers with a pencil through they eye socket
Black Hannibal Lecter in your sector
If sin was a fruit then I'll suck the nectar
Feel how my rope fits tight around your throat, snug
While I smooth sip a cold quart of ghost blood
As for a rapper, shit, I'll take that suckers life
Tie him up, then cut his heart out with a butter knife
That's how it happens when my party starts
And at the end of the night what's left is nothing but body parts
A bloody mausoleum world is born
This is a murder song
Haha
Bring yo daughter slaughter
[Chorus 1: Cyco]
Bring your daughter to the slaughter (Slaughter)
Yeah, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Bring your daughter to the slaughter (Slaughter)
Yeah, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Bring your daughter to the slaughter (Slaughter)
Haha, yeah, sing it now
Bring your daughter to the slaughter (Slaughter)
Yeah, drop that, uh

[Verse 2: Cyco]
I'm twisting necks into a knot
Tie a rapper to my bumper, drag his ass for half a block
Until his skin ain't nothing but blood and muscle
Then toss the rest of his flesh in a bloody puddle (Bloody puddle)
Who wants to step to the Super Saiyan madman?
Black Hannibal from Silence of The Lambs and (Lambs and)
It's like raising the double when the psycho raps n***a
You're looking at the face of a crazed killer
Drill a hole in your back with my Black and Decker lyrics
Strangling rappers, hanging critics
The shit hits the fan and the body counts double up
To the psycho, you don't even wanna run up
I got my gun up to your temple plain and simple
One squeeze and your brain becomes cottage cheese
It's a horrifying scene when the psycho coming
To see a man being sliced across the stomach
But my five spectators watch intestines splash
To the ground of the torso I just slashed
Masked murder motherfucks and wack punks
Breaking down physiques, ripping backs in chunks
Bunches of broken bones, parts of human flesh
Another dead 'cause he took two in the head
Welcome to the slaughter house lyric for my slaughter house
Hiding in the cellar of your daughters house (Daughters house)
Raping bodies, chopping lyrics over terror tracks (Well alrightcha)
Yeah, bring yo daughter to the slaughter
[Chorus 2: Cyco]
Bring your daughter to the slaughter (Slaughter)
Ha, ha, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Bring your daughter to the slaughter (Slaughter)
Yeah, yeah, sing it now
Bring your daughter to the slaughter (Slaughter)
Yeah, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Bring your daughter to the slaughter (Slaughter)
Yo Streek drop it homie

[Bridge: DJ Streek]
Chop up a body, yo, I'm a gravedigger
Chop up a body, yo, I'm a gravedigger
Chop up a body, yo, I'm a gravedigger
Welcome to the s-s-slaughter house
Chop up a body, yo, I'm a gravedigger
Chop up a body, yo, I'm a gravedigger
Chop up a body, yo, I'm a gravedigger
Welcome to the s-s-slaughter house

[Verse 3: Cyco]
P-S-Y-C-H-O, a n***a kicking terror shit that you can't escape bro
Low and behold another human being split
'Cause he knew that Cyco ain't the n***a you reason with
Tripling up the wicked rhymes, tripling up the suckers
I'm jumping and chopping 'em into bits
Ripping up this bloody manuscript, shit (Shit)
Bring your daughter to the slaughter, she'd be better off
Watching these motherfuckers heads get severed off
Now I'm sitting in a dark room, just asshole neked, listening to a dark tune
A light swings from side-to-side just like a pendulum
I'm visioning people and I'm killing 'em
I'm sweating in this heat thinking of red meat
A body's hanging in my closet like dead meat
Cooking rappers on my grill with they chest turning
*Sniffs* ahh, the sweet smell of flesh burning
I wanna kill, I wanna kill, fuck waiting
I start chanting backwards, sounding like I'm calling up Satan
I drift into a deep trance
I'm on a new level, feels like I'm dancing with the devil
Now every grim thought I had just escaped my body
Straight possessed, now I'm going out to rape somebody
I saw this girl I want jogging in the park in the dark all alone
Tonight she shoulda stayed at home
Snuck up behind her, put a sharp object to her neck
Pushed her in the bushes and yo, guess what happened next
I wanted to kill her but I wanted to go up in her first
But first I made her say the Lord's Prayer in reverse
She started begging for me to quit
But like I said before, I ain't the n***a you can reason with (Reason with)
So I'm gonna end this here on the perfect note
I brought your daughter to the slaughter, then I cut her throat
[Chorus 3: Cyco]
Bring your daughter to the slaughter (Slaughter)
Yeah, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Bring your daughter to the slaughter (Slaughter)
Yeah, yeah, sing it now
Bring your daughter to the slaughter (Slaughter)
Uh, uh, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Bring your daughter to the slaughter (Slaughter)
Yeah, bring that bitch to