Things Change

"At one part of my life I had killed people for nothing, just for somebody to look at me wrong I would kill them. Stab them, shoot them."
"What did you want them to think as they died?"
"To see my pretty face."

If I go pop it's vaginas on the stove top
I'm bugging like Busey when the blows gone
My goons lurched out with black cones on
Bodies missing for so long the skeletons are found in the woods with cloths on
Tongue dissolving Zoloft
Just to load Glocks my hand like Shawcross on eleven
In Rochester when the chromes found ligature marks
Bones popped, blood clots back up veins and breathing holes clogged
Flow is nuts but child murder isn't close enough
I have both Olsen's stuffed
Apartment, comb the bugs
Go back visit decomposed
Take the head go home comb the bugs
Hookers opened up, eviscerated from throat to cunt
First two I was throwing up
Now I don't even know how many I've unclothed and done

Things change, I went from doing drugs to doing further things
Change, I went from robbery to sexual murder
Things change, I went from doing drugs to doing further things
Change, I went from robbery to sexual murder
Things change, I went from just rapping to living nightmares
Things change, I'm on the fucking run see if I care

Bones are rolled in mud
Hitchhikers rolled in rugs, discarded
Thrown from whips into a ditch on the side of the road cut up
If she's so stuck up, I'm going bagging, I'm going back in
Tricks half alive in the passenger side, seat absent
Roped gagged and skull matted
Hand-cuffed, 75 woolen ski mask, tan Volkswagen
I'm an old classic
If they're on the stroll and go flagging
I'll stop the chase, leave junkie hoes stone dragons
Death tolls massive
Heads in my backyard in shallow graves showing like I grow cabbage
I play house in a robe, trying to hand feed a stolen actress
Straight out of Gainesville
Before home invasions we dunk bread in blood and break pills
Upstate New York Lakeville
Seizuring on planes ill like Lil Wayne's grill
Awaken, I take eight 10's
Mixture of grey bread
Slurring like Wayne Bent
Crystal base stem
Two boxes of bullets dumped in a playpen