Pervert

[Verse 1: Ayceeonethirty]
The wobbly wanderers waltzing into Walmart
Wasted with some white widow roll watching Paul Blart
Naked, masturbating in my dead ex panties
I am not the kind of bitch you'll find performing at the Grammy's
Next to Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift dancing
A gender-fluid redneck staring in a trance
When I'm discussing the disgusting details of all my fantasies
Mixing cocktails full of sawdust and antifreeze
To say that I'm twisted's just the beginning of scratching the surface
A sickening amateur surgeon urchin reaching down your skirt
And leave you bleeding, seething, screaming as you see the crimson squirting from your person
Watching, lurching in agony as it worsens
I know I'm running out of time here, it's obvious
So, there ain't no fucking purpose in trying to get me to stop when it's this close to the finish line
It's power-drill time, I analyze all bitches with incisions just to fill time
Cracking her ribs and ripping into the ligaments
Intimate when I'm digging inside of your chest
Grinning and lifting your heart high above with the blood drippin' all over my face
Give me a taste when you ain't living

[Chorus: Ayceeonethirty]
I'm a pervert, giving in to my worst urge
Cutting from the bottom to the top then watch the blood burst
I'm a pervert
I can't contain my inner hate or rage
I maim her with a straight razor then let it spray on the page
I'm just a pervert
It's all I think about
Locked in a closet where she'll never see me peeking out
A fucking pervert

[Verse 2: Ware-Wolff]
Fucking dead bitches, all her features like a zombie
I stay lusting with my cock until the cunt vomits on me
I'm sodomizing bodies, all my fantasies are rotting
When I'm fucking there's no stopping 'til the sounds of bodies dropping
Grabbing a nappy and I'm clearing her face of all the mess
I just can't come to my senses 'til they put you down for rest
Orgasms are the best over a pair of pale breasts
Display exposed on her chest sporting a sexy black dress
I'm pleasuring myself while she's gagged and bound
Introspection is perfect when she's not making a sound
This is it, profound, twisted and foul
Dead set to mount, laugh, stitch around
Perverse with heads spinning, sinister death grinning
I'm Hanks with flesh skinning, have sex with dead women
Bitch is strung up in the den, malicious finishers, gifted
They apprehended and dented, emotionally descended
I threw you up as our bidding to do some senseless positions
Elixir, energy fitted, this is a vicious disposition
With aborted penetration, molested erect digits
Some loco beast still in ya, I slow go, feeling ya
Go toe-to-toe, deal with ya like podophilia
I'm hanging 'em by the ceiling and killing 'em all, my criteria

[Chorus: Ayceeonethirty]
I'm a pervert, giving in to my worst urge
Cutting from the bottom to the top then watch the blood burst
I'm a pervert
I can't contain my inner hate or rage
I maim her with a straight razor then let it spray on the page
I'm just a pervert
It's all I think about
Locked in a closet where she'll never see me peeking out
A fucking pervert