SAW IN YOU

[Verse 1: Paranoah]
(Hahahaha—ha! Yah, ha)
Stop—wait a minute
Rearrange your face Picasso: painted image
Quickest flick of the wrist could skin a bitch, tailor-fitted
Swiftly make a difference

Y'all misled—my stainless aim consistent
They say I'm deranged and twisted
Say basement living, brain ingesting
Gave a baby infant lemonade with razors in it
Told him to stop crying—I only do top fives when I make a hit list

Suburban 'til lines is blurred
Whips swerving behind the curb
And shatter glass faster than Heisenberg

Giving lectures—understand [?] this
No description better than
Michael Vick and Son of Sam
Mixed together, uh—

Start barging, dog [?]
Carbon monoxide—windows up
[?] up, pentagrams, hands connected
Channeling, chanting hexes, exorcisms
Fetish for anorexic women, uh

Bad to the bone—slashing acetone
Flicking the Bic lighter, spitting a [?] fire
Cynical, a miserable mess
Missing bolts, screws
Not the sharpest tool, but enough [?] strength to
Rip apart your waist and start a chainsaw in you

[Chorus: Paranoah]
I don't know what the fuck I saw in you
I don't know what the fuck I saw in you
I don't know what the fuck I saw in you
I don't know what the fuck I saw in you
I don't know—hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

[Verse 2: King Gordy]
Hahahahaha, ha!
Mr. Ditch Digger—the bitch killer
Slips six different inch scissors in a bitch nigga

A manic nigga hits a cripple
Your cynic, sinister scriptures—it gets iller
Now picture a sick killer
Sticking his big dick in your little sister
Then meat-cleaver her beaver until she's disfigured

This a legion of demons that's coming this winter
And I will lead them—
I'm screaming until the pitch enters your soul
Now you [?], this bitch is getting injured

And I'll be front and center
Pumping nut all up in ya
'Til a baby fucking in ya

I'm a sick man, with a sick plan
To put a kickstand in your ass
Can you fucking withstand the pain?

Hey—I don't wanna scare anyone
I just wanna kill (kill, kill)
Why the fuck did everybody run? (run, run)
Just wanna taste you on (on) my (my)
Teeth, cheeks, and tongue

Eat your fucking flesh like I'm Brotha Lynch Hung
Lord Vader