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Pull up to your crib about a hundred deep
Take a seat
You about to meet a hundred creeps
They all mad
See your daughter naked now they wanna peep
She was changing in her jammie's
So I snuck a peek
Hop up out the jeep and force my way in
You can tell I'm after something
By the way I came on in
Keep the screaming on the low Roger
I know you tryna be a father
To your favorite daughter
But I almost shot her
These victims try and scream
Thinking it's gon help
But it only makes me angry
So I tie them with a belt
All These victims never prayed
But tonight they pray
Thinking it's gon make me leave
But instead I stay
Psycho Norman Bates i pretend to be
Put your wife's dress on
Start dancing gracefully
Lay her mediocre body right under me
Tell the bitch to suck my dick
Before she kiss my feet
These victims try and scream
Thinking it's gon help
But it only makes me angry
So I tie them with belt
All These victims never prayed
But tonight they pray
Thinking it's gon make me leave
But instead I stay
After hacking up your wife
I have a present for ya
All these voices in my head
Just bring me paranoia
Tie you up against the chair
So there ain't nothing for ya
Except this razor blade
I'm about to introduce to Toya
Toya turned 18 so the bitch is legal
She's fan of my music
She know Kraven's lethal
I remove the duct tape
Then present the needle
I shoot bleach inside her veins
Until I see her fecal
These victims try and scream
Thinking it's gon help
But it only makes me angry
So I tie them with belt
All These victims never prayed
But tonight they pray
Thinking it's gon make me leave
But instead I stay
Pussy mother fucker now it's your turn
Should I cut off all your toes
Or let your throat burn
I'm not sure but I know
You about to die tonight
Close your eyes Mr Roger
You gon' see the light
WRITERS
EVAN DAVID KIJEK
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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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