Killer

Killer



Hook:

Yeah.... right....

I am not

Not a killer

Killer of me

Killer of not

I dotted a line

Down below and call

It a plots



Verse 1:

Sutto personality

I'm disorganized like my

Parents am lanky in appearance

But I can bench 120lbs all bymyself

Too late for bs put that on the shelf

Like the books I read from the time

I was ten to fifteen

This girl I knew

Who didn't

Enjoy me found me annoying

Her

To me it went as fast as a blur

Give the food in the pot

Another stir

Blur around you

Making sure you don't see

What a bear is about to

Do to you

I would say I would

Disembowel wilson

Make killson whoop his ass

You can't fuck with me I

Break glass with my teeth

And it don't even cut me

Now I stop the violence

So we can get on to greet



Verse 2:

Uh yeah Mr. Scythe

Uh yeah Dr. Vilson

No their not real

How you see black

Shadows at night

How come I used to dream

About a fight

I drew zombies

Since I was in grade 1

I drew killing vampires

Skeletons and people

Since day 1

I made a comic at the age

Of 11 where I made a

Character up

Who hung upside

Down

A character

Who laughed like a

Clown

Named bloodface

Chainsaw in hand

With daggers too

Made sure everyone he killed

He blew through

Made sick jokes with him

Like catching

People off guard

Thinking of woman

While I'm hard

Skinning them alive

I am ed gein

I have ed to gain

Continue having sleep

Apnea

Hallucinations waking up

To see blood on the floor

And its coming from the bathroom

Door

Both son and wife

Taken of their life

A bear did this

Not me though

How could I bare

To do this no

I've grown up quick

Fuck man

I haven't even

Worked a

10 hour shift



Verse 3:

Envisionments

Of provisionments

Under stress

Continue pressing down

Branches

Fucking my enchantress

I got what I want

But forever I will see

The negativity

As I find it receptive

Like a phone call out on a peer

As I hear it too be

Crystal and clear that

Life is disgraceful

Of itself

God hates himself

I hate myself

So there must be a good

Reason

To kill oneself

Slice with a

Bear claw

Eat my own

Intestines

Like pastry

Love strudel

And love eating

Noodles

Thinking about

Eating a poodle

Maybe the park

Ranger before

Fucking her

Seeing other police

Damn it my badge

I forgot to take it off

Fuck em all

Than tackle both

Officers too the

Ground slice em up

Pour their blood

Up in a cup

I am Vlad the imaplor

With these words



Verse 4:

Hail and rain

Drain my

Victims brains

In the dirt to

The soil

My teeth are yellow

And my mood

Has finally

Mellowed

Hoping not

To get angry

Because I'm bored

With myself

And mundane

Only one person

Can think this

Insane

I hear the train

Crossing the tracks

Remembered I killed

Eminem back there

Leaving fans

Too aww in despair

Only Vince

Staples can

Handle my no name

Labels

I am making this

Shit stables

Like horses

Mmm horse meat

Hi I'm blackberry

Nice too meet you