Tiptoe

Eyes staring at my palms
As if I killed a man with these hands
Why is there blood where I stand?
Why is there blood on my hands?

Fuck it, couple of xan's, suck 'um and scag out
With a petrol rag gagged mouth
A hash ashed couch
Chasing the dragon while I'm passed out

Unlatch the hatches, pass the matches
I'm going spastic on a bastard and back slap
His fucking fat bitch

Get the hatchet and some plastic
Continue to wrap it, wrap it
'Cos when I rap it, yeah this shit will be a classic

I tiptoe a bit slow through your house at night
I slit throats and rip clothes off your spouse with joy
Watch me. watch this, hold a posh bitch hostage
Grab the murder weapon, toss it, fuck it, have ya lost it?

Lost what? My fucking feeling to fuck, nah I've been feeling to fuck
Your bitch been needing to fuck
I said lost what? My fucking feeling to fuck
The necrophiliac of rap is back not needing a fuck

I said
Euggghhh
You better believe this

I'm the creepy creep, the creepy creep that's creeping
Yeah shit's about to get extreme when
I leave your fucking ceilings bleeding
I'm the creepy creep, the creepy creep, the creepy creep that's creeping
While your family's sleeping
While your family's sleeping
I'm the creepy creep, the creepy creep, the creepy creep that's creeping

It's like I've been all alone my whole life
I've seen many broken homes on these cold nights
Seen many choking smokers and sword fights
I know right, I know right