Sadistic

Pizza slicer to the face call me pat tate
The tracks you boys are putting out better be piss takes
We know a bitch when we see one aint no mistakes
Imma slam the breaks into ya face until the disc brakes

If you ever knew the shit that i was thinking half the time guarantee you
Id be labelled as a disgrace
If i really put the pen to paper and said these words
My music would be used as the soundtrack to an arms race
The name is Hara-kiri like the ritual I'm leaving anybody in my way in a dark place
Leaving lacerations and bloody utensils stacked behind me
When im running a muck so dont even bother try and save face

Dont ever give a flying fuck when i spit this shit
Guarantee its coming through your headphones sadistic
Never see me shy away from the fact that im a misfit
But ill never stop grinding until i leave my kids rich
Spazzing all over the beat like a bitch fit
Holy moly slow ya role ya little bitch bitch
Chat to me like a cunt and catch a slipped disk
Put you in the boot and leave you in it for a tick