Bats In The Belfry

When they say I'm coming, you better listen
You talk that trash yo ass gone end up missing
You laying down, looking at the stars
I hit you with that chop, send you off to mars
I take the body, and drag it inside
Cut out your eyes with the same knife that you supplied
Starts with the face
Down the bottom, oops, dropped your fingers
But my dog got em
Screen door, drag the corpse out
Take that shit right down the same route
Stay out the streets or get ran over
I stay with this bitch like this Glock in the holster
Riding dirty as that sky that you praying too
Aww sorry hoe, did I offend you?
Did mommy and daddy teach you different?
Like all that weed and cigarette, yeah uh huh
Bitch you're fucking ignorant
Yep and its death or the lesson
First is perminate, yep, caused by depression
Arrested for possession, guns are my profession
Yeah its a bunch of mumble jumble and you say that shit
Right as your life tumbles. Yep, right down a hill
Instantly notice that we do not possess the same skill
Tired of the same shit, pop a sleeping pill
I chop you up and put you in that casket
Your body parts in a mother fucking basket. UGH