BLACK MAN RANT

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DP I'm a killer verse cut mangle and bleed a track

Start running when you see me coming
Or drop dead from a heart attack
Hard to kill you can try to stop me
Hand grenades and hollow tips
Never even really stood a chance
Butcher knife to the esophagus
Your Limb I bend it back
Fade to black you can see the light
Cut smoke from left to right
Stomach bubbling up his appetite
Grindhouse, time to serve them up
Ribeyes if you notice me
You on the floor dripping in and out
Trying to figure out why he choking me
Death sentence automatically
Pray to God he don't cross my path
Neck dangling from a piece of skin
Identified by the next of kin
No clues it's a massacre
Silhouette from a wanted poster
Straight to hell I'll be sending them
From The pit and the pendulum
Predator on the loose again
Tiptoe I'm creeping slow
Body snatch them from the parking lot
All that crying is about to stop
Had your kids locate your wife
On the local news during interviews
Search party out there looking for them
Already found with some tennis shoes
Apprehended 20 years ago
In a black hole, ain't helping me
The psychoactive's affecting me
Y'all should have never resurrected me
I was trying to rehabilitate
The only treatment, is the torture me
Got a plan to break up out this bitch
Then kill her, and the orderly
Check to make sure the doors are locked
Bolted tight, I can't be stopped
Don't try to jump off the bed
Get dragged in by your ankle socks
Paranoid ain't nothing
Getting ripped apart is way scarier
They couldn't find all the body parts
Closed casket at the burial
October the 31st, is Halloween I can blend in
The neck's not supposed to twist like that
Gone bend it to the back
Phone lines ain't working right
You frankly trying to place a call
Hit the corner into the hall
And find your friend now to a wall
Welcome to the terrordome
Stalkingly successfully
All you found with some fingerprints
Bones hanging by the ligaments
A crushed soul without a top
Stack them up like cinder blocks
I'm tuck deep on the back seat
But I got to wait for the car to stop
At the intersection, trying to find a car
With no escape from the torture rack

DP I'm a killer verse
Cut mangle and bleed a track

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