Slenderman

You better ask the weather man
Why I'm like slender man
On the defender stand
Just ask what's the weather man
Before ya in a blender man
When mr Trent's worse fag
Don't make you a contender man
I'm a fucking offender that
Spills so much blood cops stop
Before guessing the gender man
So surrender man my temper's bad
To go and smoke Denver's map
Off with lost angels in September at
My home with dismembered hands
Of victims when I get livid with shit
From stupid bitches bitching
Every minute I give kids bad dreams
So bad that screams are heard
Without words when Vyvanse
Cuts lifespans like the Iceman
In Iceland I got ya flatlined man
Kids scream, "mommy help me
Mr Trent's coming to get me"
When I get deadly with machetes
And Dexies I make Freddy
Look like a Teddy bear with jelly
So don't test me especially
When screams are heard
Without words but curse
Those who learn this verse first
Before church or ya get to see Mary
Bloody like Chuckie but funny
When people see a dead priest
So red he's the next Rudolph
How I shoot off two cops
Bleeding for being a screw off
Heads get screwed off to rot
In a ditch with loose clots
So bad that you rot
In ya grave wreaks of gangrene
Don't make me angry I ain't green
But I'm crazy to slay these babies
With weapons in pregnant ladies
You can't pay me eight G's
To saving ya from gage screams
When ya brain leaks thank me
That ya vain bleeds
Cause the pain keeps ya safely
From what I do daily one eighty
Seven sending ya to heaven
With safety from the pain screams
Even ya baby's thanking Esham
When I kill the fetus to bleed off
With Jesus you can scream stop
But the demons got souls of freon
Within me bitch so go flee off
Bleeding as ya need cops
While ya freezing ya knees off
Breathing like ya breathe rocks
With a penis as ya spleen rots
In grievous body harm each talk
Of English is just ya peace talk
While ya weakness is these shots
When ya screamin to make me stop
The beating you just need cock
When ya need this piece cocked
To ya brains and make faces
In eight places bleeding for eons
You'll be sleeping with eos
So rest ya head it's
Your last second when ya headed
To heaven in a second no question
Of ya lesson for testing a felon
With weapons that's getting
Ya head split get this message
Bitch with this Smith and Wesson
Now how ya count ya blessings
When it's one hundred eighty seven
Days until ya days seem dreaded
And you're just the dead bitch
Heading to heaven like Seven
Ya throats getting smoked like resin
With the aggression of venom
In my presence of expression
It's best this question not betting
Cause ya best live in the present
Before the lords at the morgue
Where ya rest in ya bed bitch