Midnight

Amanda
Brenda
Cindy
Denise
Elfie

So many
I mean, where do I start

Let's rewind to September 2007
Remember a pretty chick by the name of Amanda

Killed her in bed together with her bestie
Brenda with a blade to the temple
Dismembered 'em both on that

Rainy day
Afraid the clatterin' of me chainsy blade
Maybe gave away me crazy ways

Sure enough a lady came to check it out
Adrenaline nearly made me faint, no time for getting reckless now

Several hours and three severed body counts
In the industrial grater later
Said see you later, going my separate way

Ain't no way the forensic investigator is findin'
A trace of me in that basement
I basically painted the place with bleach and
My clothing was safely desintegratin'
In PE buckets, floatin' in the river to the sea
I swear the police are the dumbest
Human beings on this planet we're on
So damnit I'm comin' for that blonde
She's not long for this world any longer

When it's

Midnight, and you sleep tight
I'm slippin' in through the window to commit crimes
Finna end life with a knife in yo windpipe
I'm the mist guy

So when something doesn't sit right
Better sit tight
I'm bringin' a Louisville's slugger to a bitch fight
Get the pitch right and I might just end it swift
Kill you quick, 'fore I slip into the mist night

Fast forward a decade later, made a couple operational changes
I'm playin' it safe with respect to blades, as much as I've

Got a healthy cravin' for another massacre like back in Texas
Noise is now absent in the equation

Even though the voices of twelve bitches wailin' in my
Expansive subterranean estate is a factual statement

As is the placement of alphabetical tags on the cages and
Judging by the scratches on the chains I'd say it's about
The seventh or eighth Wendy I'm claimin'

I wonder if there's a connection with the sheriff makin' me
Answer questions today about a neighbor complaint
On screamin' late in the evenin'

Guess it's time to silence the ladies and supply the Canadians
With another load of the finest of steaks and red wine

It's about damn time, forget about the sex crimes ladies
Lemme tuck you in for bed time

When it's

Midnight, and you sleep tight
I'm slippin' in through the window to commit crimes
Finna end life with a knife in yo windpipe
I'm the mist guy

So when something doesn't sit right
Better sit tight
I'm bringin' a Louisville's slugger to a bitch fight
Get the pitch right and I might just end it swift
Kill you quick, 'fore I slip into the mist night

15 years after my gruesome debut
I'm still roamin' the boondocks, still a ghost like Tupac

Started provokin' the blues with notes in the news
Talkin' openly 'bout my M.O. like a muse, cops
Hopin' I lose touch got me amused, dog

I'm an age away in the evasion game, I don't make
Mistakes so when it comes to cookin' up a case against me
There ain't no trace, police ain't got no name no face
Replaced the basement with a padded insulation maze

Dubbed it the studio
Got a whole range of cages, with chains and lasers
Flames and electric cables, in case I'm in the mood for a juicy show

There's no escapin' this hell
So you may as well accept your fate

Only chance you gon' make it is when you're hacked into pieces
Blended with cattle meat and seasoned for use in spaghetti
I'm a chef and you're on the menu this evenin'

When it's

Midnight, and you sleep tight
I'm slippin' in through the window to commit crimes
Finna end life with a knife in yo windpipe
I'm the mist guy

So when something doesn't sit right
Better sit tight
I'm bringin' a Louisville's slugger to a bitch fight
Get the pitch right and I might just end it swift
Kill you quick, 'fore I slip into the mist night

Ha
So I'll continue to lurk in mist
Putting virgins on the missin' person's list with every verse I spit