Unsub - Necro, Kool G Rap, The Godfathers

Nigga, my attitude is often anger, the Boston Strangler

Bad decision, a vision of a coffin, I’m danger

Hawk or the binga, stab you with a fork in the fingers

Stalkin a stranger, vocal cords caught on the hanger

That’s funny, I dead honies, I’m Ted Bundy, the threads bummy

Lead dummies, make ya head runny, the Feds want me

I’m John Wilkes Booth on your mom duke’s stoop

And I shoot, cause your moms spilled soup on the Don’s silk suit

Got on Vietnam steel boots, the palm’s filled, duke

Firearm to her dook shoot, half of her arm peeled loose

I’m the truth, I’m Charlie Manson on Harley’s glancin at Holly’s mansions

Catch couples at parks be lampin in RV’s campin

Watchin your bitch undress down to the bra, me pantin

What I do when I start advancin is hardly handsome

I’m Ed Gein, by a red stain, there’s red rain

Machete swing in to ya neck vein, till your head hang

Desis bang, be a stretched lame when your chest drain

In a wet rain, I dump bodies off in the left lane

I’m Jack the Ripper, in fact Rap’s trappin 'em quicker

Rat in her slippers, decorate her back with the scissors

Like the bitches with Jack Tripper, flatten her figure

Garden tools, the axe and the clippers, I actually rip her

Nigga

Killin' fags like Jeff Dahmer that dress in Dolce & Gabbana

I’II eat the flesh off your mama, just like a possessed piranha

The Unabomber, decapitated eunuch, hack it

Blade under my bomber jacket

Bitch, I ejaculate embalming fluid

Depraved and perverted like David Berkowitz

Circa '76, lurk the city, to murk an average workin' stiff

When I put in savage work I get stiff

Leave you dead stiff for scavenger birds

The lead fifth will damage you quick

Dark room with amateur pics, daddy-o

Peeping your patterns to formulate my blood splatterin' patterns left on your

patio

John Lil Wayne Gacy, killing fat bitches like Macy Gray

Panickin' then dressin' em up like mannequins in Macy’s

And Lord & Taylor, I’m the Sith Lord, The Impaler

(Bedelia, where’s my cake, you dirty bitch!)

The Zodiac Killer, takin' photos on Kodak and send 'em to Kojak

Load up the Mac, attack a McDonalds, and whack you while you eat your Big Mac

You survive, you’ll carry around a shit sack

You shit sack, enter Burger King like Douglas and click-clack

Richie Cunningham Ramirez, cut you like ham on Christmas

Cause you’re as queer as Charlie Hunnam was on Queer As

Folk, but I’d rather poke

Ciara’s ass-hole while she does the two-step on my penis, then slit her throat

For the orgasm, she’ll spasm while I jizz

It’s a cata-clit-clysm

Give her an anus aneurysm when the gat is shoved in

Cunt Rag