Eyes staring at my palms As if I killed a man with these hands Why is there blood where I stand Why is there blood on my hands? Couple of xan's, suck 'um and scag out With a petrol ragged gagged mouth A hash ashed couch Chasing the dragon while I'm passed out Unlatch the hatches, pass the matches I'm going spastic on a bastard and black slap His fucking fat bitch Get the hatchet and some plastic Continue to wrap it, wrap it Cuz when I rap it, yeah this shit will be a classic I tiptoe a bit slow through your house at night I slit throats and rip clothes off your spouse with joy Watch me. watch this. hold a posh bitch hostage Grab the murder weapon, toss it, fuck it, have ya lost it? Lost what? My fucking feeling to fuck, nah I've been feeling to fuck Your bitch been needing to fuck I said lost what? My fucking feeling to fuck The necrophiliac of rap is back not needing a fuck I said Euggghhh You better believe this I'm the creepy creep, the creepy creep that's creeping Yeah shit's about to get extreme when I leave your fucking ceilings bleeding I'm the creepy creep, the creepy creep, the creepy creep that's creeping While your family's sleeping While your family's sleeping I'm the creepy creep, the creepy creep, the creepy creep that's creeping It's like I've been all alone my whole life I've seen many broken homes on these cold nights Seen many choking smokers and sword fights I know right, I know right