My Favorite Things

(Intro)
These are a few of my favorite things
Motherfucker

(Verse 1)
Murder, mayhem, death, decay, rigor mortis
Kryptik shit, evil grin, ya gotta sport it
Rukus, Komatose and the book of the dead
We're writin' rhymes that'll make ya brains leak out ya head
The color red runs gently down the walls
From the bodies of my victims, I killed them all
With my mask pulled tightly on my fuckin' face
I'm gonna take out the whole entire human race
See the mirror on the wall? I'm gonna break it
Seven years of bad luck, shit I can take it
My head's poundin', my ears they begin to ring
These are a few of my favorite things

(Chorus) X4
These are a few of my favorite things

(Verse 2)
Violence, blood, gore, pain and suffering
Ease your mind with a whole bottle of bufferin
Scary movies are so true to life you see
All the killers wanna grow up to be just like me
??? i'm door to door sellin' death
Leave a deposit then pay me with your last breath
It makes no difference 'cause my back's already raised up
Don't hesitate motherfuckas, just pay up
My wicked smile makes me look like i'm insane
The trouble is that I got myself this maggot brain
My head's poundin', my ears they begin to ring
These are a few of my favorite things

(Chorus) X4
These are a few of my favorite things

(Verse 3)
Evil smiles, wicked thoughts, yo and dead bitches
The kind you find in the morgue with their limbs in stitches
Or when i'm done with the date the ones you find in ditches
Drive you insane like a bunch of Catholic bitches
I get my rhymes from on top of the Ouija Board
The spirits come out of the cracks in the fuckin' floor
Bodies rise from the dead when I spit my rhymes
I even capped 'em in the head a couple of times
No way to stop the wicked shit, don't bother tryin' ho
I'll leave your bitch in a coroner video
My head's poundin', my ears they begin to ring
These are a few of my favorite things

(Chorus) X4
These are a few of my favorite things

(Verse 4)
For you, suicide, for me yo it's homicide
You can't take away my life, 'cause i've already died
Formaldehyde keeps pumpin' through my body hey
Death comes knocking, you know you'll never get away
Perform an exorcism on me and we'll see what happens
Taken backwards ??? my fuckin' rappin'
It's too late, 'cause my soul it can't be saved
I kick it six feet deep at my fuckin' grave
Kryptik bitch and we're enlightened by darkness
See this formaldehyde blunt? i'm gonna spark this
My head's poundin', my ears they begin to bleed
These are a few of my favorite things

(Chorus) X8
These are a few of my favorite things

(Outro)
Yeah
Yeah
Motherfucker
Yo
Kryptik's in the house
Yo i'm out this bitch