Be My Slave
Kidnap you walking in the rain
I swear you'll never be the same
Wish I could trade you all my pain
Duct tape you, make you be my slave
HA HA HA
Make you be my slave
Hoody up, open the garage door
Grab the razor blade hidden in my sock drawer
See a dumb bitch pull up in the four door
Say what up, then I dragged the whore down the corridor
I am horrorcore, Shadowland warrior
Cut you at the core of your vocal cords pourin ya-
Blood from your body like the motherfucking coroner
But ain't nobody here for you weapin' and mournin' ya
Demon possessions, breathin' and sweatin'
Bleed you to death while I squeeze on the weapon
You don't know a muthafuckin thing about Lo Key
I choke you slowly till your throat turns green, AH!
Wheezin, gaspin while I'm squeezin, graspin
As I'm screaming at you with a demon mask on
And in the end I guess it's all about the murderous
Murder shit, slit wrist, corpses and tourniquets
Hey yo, I have a dream that Dr. King wouldn't be proud of me
I wanna enslave the whole planet and make 'em bow to me
Fuck your skin color, ethnicity, nationality
Gender, age, race, sexual preference or locality
I'm tryin to get my third Reich on, but not with just the Jews
Slave labor for everybody I don't pick and choose
Bitch I'm trying to kick my shoes up
While two huge boob sluts feed me plates of grapes on a balcony
But that ain't, likely to be happening any time soon
So your ass will have to do while my plan gets fine tuned
You wake in a giant electrified barbed wire lined room
With a witch beatin your ass with a flying broom
And then I start to kick and stomp you
And electrocute you by electrocuting myself while I'm pissing on you
And just before I squat over and shit apon you
I use my turtle head to draw Hitler on youright after I
Takin it over
I guess I gotta do the outro talkin
J to the O, Yeah, Lo Key, American Monster
I swear you'll never be the same
Wish I could trade you all my pain
Duct tape you, make you be my slave
HA HA HA
Make you be my slave
Hoody up, open the garage door
Grab the razor blade hidden in my sock drawer
See a dumb bitch pull up in the four door
Say what up, then I dragged the whore down the corridor
I am horrorcore, Shadowland warrior
Cut you at the core of your vocal cords pourin ya-
Blood from your body like the motherfucking coroner
But ain't nobody here for you weapin' and mournin' ya
Demon possessions, breathin' and sweatin'
Bleed you to death while I squeeze on the weapon
You don't know a muthafuckin thing about Lo Key
I choke you slowly till your throat turns green, AH!
Wheezin, gaspin while I'm squeezin, graspin
As I'm screaming at you with a demon mask on
And in the end I guess it's all about the murderous
Murder shit, slit wrist, corpses and tourniquets
Hey yo, I have a dream that Dr. King wouldn't be proud of me
I wanna enslave the whole planet and make 'em bow to me
Fuck your skin color, ethnicity, nationality
Gender, age, race, sexual preference or locality
I'm tryin to get my third Reich on, but not with just the Jews
Slave labor for everybody I don't pick and choose
Bitch I'm trying to kick my shoes up
While two huge boob sluts feed me plates of grapes on a balcony
But that ain't, likely to be happening any time soon
So your ass will have to do while my plan gets fine tuned
You wake in a giant electrified barbed wire lined room
With a witch beatin your ass with a flying broom
And then I start to kick and stomp you
And electrocute you by electrocuting myself while I'm pissing on you
And just before I squat over and shit apon you
I use my turtle head to draw Hitler on youright after I
Takin it over
I guess I gotta do the outro talkin
J to the O, Yeah, Lo Key, American Monster
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Writer(s): Jonathan Thomson
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