Live From the Crypt (Nightmare)

Verse 1:
Coming from the Crypt
Wrapped up like a mum
Two bitches with their wrists slit
Laying across their tummy
Three pictures of your dad's dick
In a stack of money
Four midgets on a pogo stick
Sippin' Gin and Rummy
Five [?] sick from the firing squad
Six dick suckers sucking dick
Moaning "Oh God"
Seven Mac Eleven [?]
Eight Rich Chigga spit shit
I'm a damn fraud

Verse 2:
Welcome to the motherfucking mind of a rat
Cold steel
Straight through
No cheese in the trap

Lay awake
Screaming red
Muscle twitch
Neck crack

Give a fuck about a bitch
Unless she laying on her back

Unless she wrapped up
Unless she missing half her teeth
Unless she ugly as fuck
Unless she piss in her sleep

That's when we'll give a fuck about yo bitch
Don't bounce back
Trigger finger gotta itch

Verse 3:
Tied to a blue and green
Remo convertible
Drag through the dirt
So hurted, unhurtable
Imma beat yo ass so loud
Assertable
Held down make your kneecaps
Invertible

I don't give a fuck about a thing
Ever
Juliet hanging from a swing
Headless
Chasing down to the hamstring
Leather
Mass suicide on the scene
Together

I don't give a fuck about a thing
Not one
Laidback, chilling with a 12
Shotgun
I know where you motherfucking live
Mad Sun
Candyman coming in your teeth
I'm done

Verse 4:
Imma show you how to take a mutt
And cut her up
And butter
On a beam
Make a bitch stutter (ooh)

Outro:
His name
His name
His name
His name
His name was Jesus
I love my dead, gay son

You're gonna kill me
You're gonna fucking kill me
Why
Why because I fucked you
You fucked me
You fucked me
You came to my house
You came to me
I got you a car
I got you your clothes
Even drew you a fucking bubble bath