The Slaughters

[Verse]
During the quiet night, I always sneak around the place
Getting revenge on fucking bitches who tried to ruin my life
Holding my knife behind my back, givin’ a warm and positive attitude
But when they turn around, I plunge the blade and then they die

Mothafuckas do not realize the killer’s in their sight
They always start with certain people then they lock in, thinkin’ they’re right
It’s pathetic they believe that I am such perfect gentleman
I’m not a fucking bitch who’s suckin’ on dick of the rules over and over again

Every single time I gotta put ‘em in the cemetery
Always gotta run away, I put ‘em on a mothafuckin’ table
And I cut ‘em into mothafuckin’ pieces
As I repeat, the chunks decrease
I’m losin’ my mind as I keep goin’ on
But I don’t give a shit; continue the rampage
Stupid mothafuckas done
I’ll get them off the fucking stage

Tied to a canoe, gonna fucking force the milk and honey
If you’re laughing right now, soon you’ll learn it isn’t funny
You’ll get sent into some waters, wait for critters to arrive
You will wish to fucking die, but do not worry, feel the pain while you’re alive