Dahmer

[Chorus]
Bodies drop all around me
SALEM motherfucking STAKES (SALEM fucking STAKES)
Cherry poppin time for coffin
Cemetery's fucking grey (cemetery's grey)
Streets of Flint, hittin' licks with a backpack full of fucking rigs
With a backpack full of sticks from Atherton to Dayton
I should play hockey, I'm icy, I'm skatin
I might be Rocky I'm smashing your face in
I know I'm cocky I might just be Satan
Stay with a blade by the lake cus I'm Jason
Out till dawn ya see, looking like Jeffrey Dahmer
Ya given lobotomies like two kids and one hammer
Robbin' and runnin' and gunnin you down
Bullets sing songs as we shoot up your house
Widow your spouse and we'll pull up her blouse
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[PostChorus]
Pop out with that pistol pop that shit just like a pimple
Now you dancin' like the disco, scar your face like Al Pacino
I say cropped out like a picture
Body getting cold like the winter
Bitch got shot he cripple, George meet Lenny he simple
(Veins are dead, teeth rotten away, ain't got no bread)

[Verse]
Suicidal bridal beat her with the Bible
Then as forgiveness I give her a trial with the final wittle pity party
Witty little bitty with the bigger the titties she pretty
But she got the venom coming out of her kitty
Wickedly thinkin' bout pickin' the weekend to blow
A hole in my skull cus they won't even know
Like the pick n roll do the do se do with the 40 barrel
Turn my brains to a motherfucking casserole
I yearn for the sacred knowledge
I'm fucking all the witches who in college
Fucking that ass in the chemistry class
Then I'm making all the meth, it is anhydrous
Minus the virus
Inside of our mindless like existence
I choose violence over the kindness cause of the spineless like systems
Auborn color with the copper smell
With the bodies dying dodging hell
With the faces swell smoke inhale
And now they motherfuking taking me to jail
With the monsters with the motherfucking madness
In my mind, doing time

[PreChorus]
Pop out with that pistol pop that shit just like a pimple
Now you dancin' like the disco, scar your face like Al Pacino
I say cropped out like a picture
Body getting cold like the winter
Bitch got shot he cripple, George meet Lenny he simple

[Chorus]
Bodies drop all around me
SALEM motherfucking STAKES (SALEM fucking STAKES)
Cherry poppin time for coffin
Cemetery's fucking grey (cemetery's grey)
Streets of Flint, hittin' licks with a backpack full of fucking rigs
With a backpack full of sticks from Atherton to Dayton
I should play hockey, I'm icy, I'm skatin
I might be Rocky I'm smashing your face in
I know I'm cocky I might just be Satan
Stay with a blade by the lake cus I'm Jason
Out till dawn ya see, looking like Jeffrey Dahmer
Ya given lobotomies like two kids and one hammer
Robbin' and runnin' and gunnin you down
Bullets sing songs as we shoot up your house
Widow your spouse and we'll pull up her blouse
American aryans scariest krouts