Killa Clown Canable

I dont give a fucken shit, not even a little particle
It's like you read the magazine but still don't catch no article
Look, your page is fucken blank, I got notes up in the marginal
Here i am still working for the great dark carnival

The name is sketch and that's just kinda sketchy.
Haters talking shit when they haven't even met me
Don't fuck the fuck around or shits gonna get messy
And that's how I keep it 'oh so flavor full and zesty'

My beats is on fire, keepen this shit fucken flammable
Yall looken at me like Im a crazy fucken animal
You got your own opinion and, yeah that's understandable
Next time you see me I'm the fucking killer clown cannibal

Killa clown cannibal

Lurking around the corner waiting to cut your neck.
You make it to your car but im just chilling in ay deck
Your life is something you can no longer protect
Leaving you with no signs of fucken life to detect
A pile of dead bodys is what I'm about to collect
Leave no evidence behind when the police come to inspect
I got to pay utilities or the gonna come and disconnect
I guess that's not a thing I should have chosen to neglect
So fuck it, my whole plan is fucking plan is wrecked
Meanwhile Corona lurks in the darkness just preparing to infect
So many thoughts but one I've gotta select
Drawing points on a map where the invisible lines intersect

I be leaving people wondering what the fuck is coimg next
It dosent fucken matter wait till you find the context
Thinking you understand but then just end up perplexed
Maybe you should have gathered all your thoughts and gotten them indexed
Or maybe wrote them down in some semi-legible text
Was you who is cursed or just hella fucken hexed
I made you fucken jump when all i did was flexed
Cross your name off my list, I guess you could say it was "X"ed

Killa clown cannibal

What a fucken bitch, you better not fucken snitch
I be practicing voodoo like a crazy fucken witch
I be stewing up in your brain making it start to itch,
Till you start scratching and making yourself start to twitch.
Complete neurological takeover seems to be sitch.
Shutting down your body like the flicking of a switch.
You can't get rid of me just when hair meets pitch.
Start shit with me, bitch you gonna end up in a ditch.

I keep track of things by making a fucking list
All this writing n' shit gives me pain up in my wrist
If your taking shit personal you deserve to get dissed
I see you eating at a fancy place, here dine upon my fist
I start to walk away but then you jump up pissed
I turn the fuck around blow your body into mist
My weapon is the bass, I hope you get the gist
It's time to drink a faygo, all I gotta do is un twist
Un twist. Un twist. Un twist. Un twist