Window Creepin

[Hook]
Bitch I'm the dog, Bitch I'm the devil
In the backwoods, Now I'm the rebel
Smoking the woods, Now you in danger
Whipping the whip, I'm haunting your kids
I'm dragging there bodies, under my crib
Popping a xan, I'm doing a gram
You talking that shit, I'm packing the clip
I pulled to yo spot, too empty the Glock
I Creeped out the fog, too see what I done
Shells in the streets, all red it's a scene
Finger on the trigger, in case there's a sinner
Don't ever be slick, you'll die really quick
I am the God, I am the reaper
Dead bodies line up, Goddamn wheres the preacher
Cleaning my gun, got stains on my gloves
My mask is all green, that's all you can see

[Verse]
All black in my clothes,it's as dark as my soul
Step in the darkness, you'll hear screams from my dungeon
You can never escape, better watch what you say
Lil J got the heater, pointed at yo Brain
Stay in your place, you made a mistake
No-one can save you, hell is insane
Feeling the heat, under the seat
Drugs in my system, got bricks in my kitchen
I'm cooking the bodies, it's yours friends it's my hobby
Fear in your eyes, you know it's your time
Tie you to the chair, you smell death in the air
Turn on the TV, Parrallel Films on the screen
Your mind is racing , your body is sweating
I pull out the blade, i show you my fangs
Glock in one hand, can't decide what is the plan
You deep in your dreams, got me mad at the scene
I slit on your neck, I aim at your chest
I let my finger do the fucking rest
Blood splatter, all over it's a mess
I let the crows ,eat all the rest

[Hook]
Bitch I'm the dog, Bitch I'm the devil
In the backwoods, Now I'm the rebel
Smoking the woods, Now you in danger
Whipping the whip, I'm haunting your kids
I'm dragging there bodies, under my crib
Popping a xan, I'm doing a gram
You talking that shit, I'm packing the clip
I pulled to yo spot, too empty the Glock
I Creeped out the fog, too see what I done
Shells in the streets, all red it's a scene
Finger on the trigger, in case there's a sinner
Don't ever be slick, you'll die really quick
I am the God, I am the reaper
Dead bodies line up, Goddamn wheres the preacher
Cleaning my gun, got stains on my gloves
My mask is all green, that's all you can see