John Gacy
I'm a baby I can't get out of my crib
I need to get on the streets
And kill some people slit their wrists
I'm just lurking in the dark
I'm waiting for the perfect time
To slash their fucking wrists
And shoot them in the mother fucking hip
I'm a big baby I just want drink milk
But it is blood
Blood thirsty murder
Kill some people slaughter
Imma pick people off
Imma eat them just like corn
Imma put their dead bodies in the morgue
I need heresy
Pray to God and jerry rig
A vice for my tendencies
Put a ring on the body marry me
Boo, I just a scared you like a ghost, drop dead
I'll take you to the local place I soak 'em all in red
I'm a killer
Like a dead realtor
Now it is my property
Finally eat my dynasty
Mmm
I like taste of your soul when it's erased
Cut you into little pieces then I'll peel off your all face
I'm crazy
Like John Gacy
I'm crazy
Come play with me
Imma pick people off
Imma eat them just like corn
Imma put their dead bodies in the morgue
I need heresy
Pray to God and jerry rig
A vice for my tendencies
Put a ring on the body marry me
(Fuck everything)
Eyed up a girl simply walking down the street
Only got close enough to feel her body heat
She smelled great
So delectable
If only I could tell her we would be inseparable
Please marry me or at least tell me your name
We could film a movie It'll be your claim to fame
Don't worry I'll handle the marketing
After all you won't be conscious while we film the scenes
Oh that trash bag
Afraid that you'll be in it
Don't worry
That's for when I'm finished
And after all is said and done
You'll never be afraid cause this'll only happen once
Imma pick people off
Imma eat them just like corn
Imma put their dead bodies in the morgue
I need heresy
Pray to God and jerry rig
A vice for my tendencies
Put a ring on the body marry me
I cracked an egg in a pan your mother's embryo slipped
Right out
Ate it raw out of my hand
A small crunch on that ribbed bite
Ow
Little birdie baby
Better come slurp me crazy
I need my birdie baby
Come burp me baby
My bedtime is the grave
That's not good for me
I went back to 1684
Bought a slave or three
Oh wait hehehehe
That's not nice
Said the big man in the tree
Oh wait hehehehehehe
Seer her eyes in the egg pan at a red hot at a 353
I'm drinking spinal fluid
To wash down vaginal chewings
I'm thinking of sminking with Sminky's pinky
In my stinky Ned Bigby
She's blinking and I'm winking
While she's wanking my winkie
Oh wait
I'm gonna decapitate this bitch
And give her a rinse in the sinky
Oh drippy blood comes out of my nippy nub
I'm sipping love out of an itty bitty biddy's bum
I'm sickly drunk off of this little kid's kiddie cup
CA$ is a picky pump
But I'll give him a little lump
Imma pick people off
Imma eat them just like corn
Imma put their dead bodies in the morgue
I need heresy
Pray to God and jerry rig
A vice for my tendencies
Put a ring on the body marry me
Imma pick people off
Imma eat them just like corn
Imma put their dead bodies in the morgue
I need heresy
Pray to God and jerry rig
A vice for my tendencies
Put a ring on the body marry me
I need to get on the streets
And kill some people slit their wrists
I'm just lurking in the dark
I'm waiting for the perfect time
To slash their fucking wrists
And shoot them in the mother fucking hip
I'm a big baby I just want drink milk
But it is blood
Blood thirsty murder
Kill some people slaughter
Imma pick people off
Imma eat them just like corn
Imma put their dead bodies in the morgue
I need heresy
Pray to God and jerry rig
A vice for my tendencies
Put a ring on the body marry me
Boo, I just a scared you like a ghost, drop dead
I'll take you to the local place I soak 'em all in red
I'm a killer
Like a dead realtor
Now it is my property
Finally eat my dynasty
Mmm
I like taste of your soul when it's erased
Cut you into little pieces then I'll peel off your all face
I'm crazy
Like John Gacy
I'm crazy
Come play with me
Imma pick people off
Imma eat them just like corn
Imma put their dead bodies in the morgue
I need heresy
Pray to God and jerry rig
A vice for my tendencies
Put a ring on the body marry me
(Fuck everything)
Eyed up a girl simply walking down the street
Only got close enough to feel her body heat
She smelled great
So delectable
If only I could tell her we would be inseparable
Please marry me or at least tell me your name
We could film a movie It'll be your claim to fame
Don't worry I'll handle the marketing
After all you won't be conscious while we film the scenes
Oh that trash bag
Afraid that you'll be in it
Don't worry
That's for when I'm finished
And after all is said and done
You'll never be afraid cause this'll only happen once
Imma pick people off
Imma eat them just like corn
Imma put their dead bodies in the morgue
I need heresy
Pray to God and jerry rig
A vice for my tendencies
Put a ring on the body marry me
I cracked an egg in a pan your mother's embryo slipped
Right out
Ate it raw out of my hand
A small crunch on that ribbed bite
Ow
Little birdie baby
Better come slurp me crazy
I need my birdie baby
Come burp me baby
My bedtime is the grave
That's not good for me
I went back to 1684
Bought a slave or three
Oh wait hehehehe
That's not nice
Said the big man in the tree
Oh wait hehehehehehe
Seer her eyes in the egg pan at a red hot at a 353
I'm drinking spinal fluid
To wash down vaginal chewings
I'm thinking of sminking with Sminky's pinky
In my stinky Ned Bigby
She's blinking and I'm winking
While she's wanking my winkie
Oh wait
I'm gonna decapitate this bitch
And give her a rinse in the sinky
Oh drippy blood comes out of my nippy nub
I'm sipping love out of an itty bitty biddy's bum
I'm sickly drunk off of this little kid's kiddie cup
CA$ is a picky pump
But I'll give him a little lump
Imma pick people off
Imma eat them just like corn
Imma put their dead bodies in the morgue
I need heresy
Pray to God and jerry rig
A vice for my tendencies
Put a ring on the body marry me
Imma pick people off
Imma eat them just like corn
Imma put their dead bodies in the morgue
I need heresy
Pray to God and jerry rig
A vice for my tendencies
Put a ring on the body marry me
Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Pishposh
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