I got these evil thoughts n' got these evil plots of cutting' N' gutting' uh hole N' uh spot N' tying your intestines in sick double knots taking your last breath your last words were STOP! I laugh N' I mock N' reply I CANNOT! Making sure your dead to tha dome widd my glock pull tha trigger N' one shot I'm sick N' deranged I'm sick N' distraught I'll leave your body there to decay N' to rot N' in about an hour I'll forget N' forgot that it was your body that I sliced N' chopped cuz your uh chatterbox & I been sick since uh liddol kid on playground kickin' rocks barring kids alive in the Fuckinq sandbox
unfinished but it's uh start....
