Creepy Crawl

[Verse 1]
Creepy crawling, in your crib
We're comin' to kill
Catch you while you sleep
Wake up to a gun in your grill
Doing Satan's business
Tie you up, hang you, strangle you
.22 cal bang, bang you
Mephisto with a pistol on methadrine crystal
Give me all the money
To me you're less than shit stool
Juxed 51 times, women screaming
Blood everywhere
Bound and gagged, in fear you stare
Beg for your life
Break the gun handle on your skull
Take a jagged knife
Then like an animal indulge
In non-stop stabbing trife
Puncture pregnant bitch, rupture arteries
My horrific cult of vultures
Butchering, no remorse, bludgeoning
Slit your throat, gushing like a flushed toilet, now you're hunched
My infamous psycho posse
Tagging 'PIG' up on the door with blood
You can't stop me from

[Chorus]
Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing (Until you die!)
Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and (My cult keeps)
Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing (Viciously!)
Stab you to death! {*Gunshot*}

[Verse 2]
Face down on the bed
Pillow case over your head
Lamp cord choked
Leave everyone in the place dead
Knife to your chest, your colon flexes
Slashing the word 'WAR' in your solar plexus
We're piranhas get you prepped for embalmers
You're pleading, bleeding profusely in your pajamas
Attacking my prey like a starving hawk
Jux ya buttocks with an axe and a carving fork
Senseless crime, no motive
Sacred deed
Shock the world, make 'em stand up and take heed
Needle tracks on my arm
Influenced by Beatles tracks
Doing your fetal sac harm
"Patty, do something witchy later"
Helter Skelter in blood on the refrigerator
Exit, me and my vicious accomplices
Hitch-hike back to the ranch
Mission accomplished!

[Chorus]
Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing (Until you die!)
Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and (My cult keeps)
Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing (Viciously!)
Stab you to death! {*Gunshot*}

[Charles Manson interview sample]
What the hell I wanna go off and go to work for? Work for what? Money? I got all the money in the world. I'm the king, man! I run the underworld, guy. I decide who's does what and where they do it at. What am I gonna run around and act like I'm some teeny bopper somewhere for somebody else's money? I make the money man, I roll the nickels. The game is mine!
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