Paul Bernardo

[Intro]

Go, eyes are burnin', this is good...

[Verse 1]

Yo, Jak Parsons, Woodford, kush burn
Not a shook nerd, I look irked
I am not a shook nerd
Cook work, pestilence pusher
Decapitate and laminate the heads of hookers
Rob his house, pull the drawer string of the hood first
Climb master stock and pull doper than Bronx junkies
When I pop these bloom, pop these blues
Need to be medicated, my head is like Romper Room
I've been writing raps since Rocky II
Been spitting since my Uncle Vincent
Was on a bridge giving fittings for cement blocks as shoes
Ox chop your throat, cops shot for dough
My trunk saggin', bump a dragon, we copt a lot of chrome
Our drive-bys will drop top your home
Guzzle roids down, I'm raping your squeeze's moist mouth
My room soppin' moist towels, toys out
My camp open fire like boyscouts
Smoke your Rolls-Royce out
I'm starvin', I should be given Goins Pounds, yo

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]

I snatch bitches like perfumes
Serve you I'm out, both burners is out
And I burst through from snout
You've been dead for so long the oil ran dry
Electric shut and curtains was down
Cops came, they could see their breath circle the house
Worst murder in town
The whispers in my ear
I'm their servants, but, we're working it out
You're that little bird in the open mouth of a crocodile
My flow 80's Reagan crack rocks and vials
My bars is homicidal
Like hostiles, it's Axl?
Give your girl a Black Dahlia smile
I'm higher than smoking a blunt in the cockpit
With acid dropped in the eye
I start relationships, put them under the basement steps
Then, lock 'em inside
Spars, hands stop oxygen lines
I'm Paul Bernardo, charmin'
My trunk got work in, a dead prosti' inside
Invert religion!

[Outro]