Deathondisplay
Brains, ay, all over my foyer
I staple his organs together and sell it for 800k, yuh
This is art that we're talking, I'm mounting his mug, got a death on display, yuh
I'm falling to pieces now without a reason, now get the fuck out of my way
I'm gonna kill him in linens, I'm gonna bury my sinning
You will never spot me, move in walls and never say my name
You should all pay me, I made ya, renting my flows and my cadence
Never hear me treading till I'm at the neighborhood you claim
I'm a caiman, with an acid dose
Like 5 mL, and you're comatose
Get my tools at Lowe's, then I kill ya
Got no need to hide your body, hang your head up in my villa
Bitch
RIP, you are deceased
The consequence of
Fucking with me
Talk is cheap
Hard behind screens
Shatter your teeth I'm
Breaking your face
Put you in a grave quick
Send your ass to Satan
Told me he been waiting
On another sacrifice
Your death your only use in life
Might go on a killing spree
Kick out the stool from underneath
The noose I tie tonight
I'm burning Christ alive while crucified
I do not like you
I despise you
Hate myself
Still hate you more
Humanity is but a sore
I cut it open
Watch blood pour
I'm focused, hopin
Neighbors do not notice
Underneath floorboards
The stench of bodies decomposin
What kind of questions are they posin
When they see the red I'm soaked in
Those who cross me
X them off thee kill list quick
I'm peeling skin off of an opp
Then toss it off him
Pyramid Head to any crossin
Crushing skulls in my Doc Martens
I staple his organs together and sell it for 800k, yuh
This is art that we're talking, I'm mounting his mug, got a death on display, yuh
I'm falling to pieces now without a reason, now get the fuck out of my way
I'm gonna kill him in linens, I'm gonna bury my sinning
You will never spot me, move in walls and never say my name
You should all pay me, I made ya, renting my flows and my cadence
Never hear me treading till I'm at the neighborhood you claim
I'm a caiman, with an acid dose
Like 5 mL, and you're comatose
Get my tools at Lowe's, then I kill ya
Got no need to hide your body, hang your head up in my villa
Bitch
RIP, you are deceased
The consequence of
Fucking with me
Talk is cheap
Hard behind screens
Shatter your teeth I'm
Breaking your face
Put you in a grave quick
Send your ass to Satan
Told me he been waiting
On another sacrifice
Your death your only use in life
Might go on a killing spree
Kick out the stool from underneath
The noose I tie tonight
I'm burning Christ alive while crucified
I do not like you
I despise you
Hate myself
Still hate you more
Humanity is but a sore
I cut it open
Watch blood pour
I'm focused, hopin
Neighbors do not notice
Underneath floorboards
The stench of bodies decomposin
What kind of questions are they posin
When they see the red I'm soaked in
Those who cross me
X them off thee kill list quick
I'm peeling skin off of an opp
Then toss it off him
Pyramid Head to any crossin
Crushing skulls in my Doc Martens
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Writer(s): Jason Merrifield
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