Killing Field

[Verse 1: Donnie Menace]
I eat body parts for lunch and store blood in my thermos
Back sore from making forceful love to a virgin
Eyes bright white from the spirits that I summon emerging
Guzzling red rum to the line and now my stomach is burning
Killing your mother's mother, no drug dealing, I'm bagging grams
Surviving time with me, you don't have half a chance
Bitches get snatched up and shackled in the back of vans
And stashed in my attic to get their fat cut like an Atkins plan
I'm a cross between Edward Gein and Dapper Dan
Tossing corpses like bags of sand into a wood chipper
Prefer the bodies to be hanged and slain, it looks better
Cut 'em from neck to cunt, it makes the blood gush quicker
You'll get a cut throat for pretending that you cutthroat
In my front yard using your large intestines as a jump rope
What's a saint to a demonic entity? Corrupt soul
You think you cut from the gym, I'm severing your muscles

[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
This the killing field, I'll come and show you what a killer feels
Mentally warped, I can't tell what's fake and tell what's real
Nobody's safe when I'm steady creeping, possessed by demons
Sleeping with body parts, madly I rest in pieces
This the killing fields, I'll come and show you what a killer feels
Mentally warped, I can't tell what's fake or tell what's real
Midnight marauders, late night lurkers
It's always kill kill kill kill murder murder murder

[Verse 2: Jakprogresso]
In a church yard, where Molly lies
I know a witch with a boxcutter tongue, my story declutter
But before I leak like Sybil, open mics with gigantic switch suction cups, furious off white lines
A flash turned grandmaster like Melle
You want me dead? (Word) That's endearing you know me
I'm slurping up on drugs and not at home like the Hotel Chelsea
I got the skeleton of Gerald Gardner and I've got a belt under my arm taking selfies
Punk SLC, tongue collapsed in jelly, Hell will breed
Ill grammar my head bigger than Kelsey's
Fuck the wealthy I'll be knee deep in a baptism
Chewing my own tongue, drooling, help me
My ma brainsick like group homes, staring at text-patterned color bars on the telly
We recon waiting for the heli
One freestyle from me's like a burning deli

[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
This the killing fields, I'll come and show you what a killer feels
Mentally warped, I can't tell what's fake and tell what's real
Nobody's safe when I'm steady creeping, possessed by demons
Sleeping with body parts, madly I rest in pieces
This the killing fields, I'll come and show you what a killer feels
Mentally warped, I can't tell what's fake or tell what's real
Midnight marauders, late night lurkers
It's always kill kill kill kill murder murder murder

[Verse 3: James Joyce]
A lady had low self esteem, she's too hefty
I raped her as God's way of saying she's too sexy
Never selfish, firm believer of give to get
You get to give birth to the worst your life is the debt
Babies quieted by cries of they mothers
Not the first one, true strength relies on the numbers
One would consider the runt of the litter
Not James, drain its blood, its sustenance, we divided the others
Bred to be numb, endure through the pain
Harvest any hardship, harden any part that is fragile
As they procreate they too will do the same
Nothing special, vessels born to star in a battle
Earth's a ball of shit
My seeds bloom to consume every inch of her skin taking all of it
Beware the strangers words, don't fall for it
He isn't truthful
He's gonna introduce ya to the killing fields