Lyrics
Let yo brains drip,
like water froma faucet,
Let the chainsaw rip,
like a lumberjack doin his shift,
Let me give you a tip,
I got the handle by a good grip
Let yo brains drip,
as you lay in a dark pit,
Time to turn you into a stiff,
They all thought the docta was a myth,
Draggen haters into the back my whip,
and slice with the blade that i equipt,
snitch let the name slip so he in a ditch,
b*** i wasnt born with a golden spoon i aint ritch,
I dont rep a gang,
but i let a black rag hang
so you mof*** as dont see a face,
looks like im gone have to give chase,
Guess what i COUGHT, the mof*** a,
ile buck the mof*** a
then i cut the mof*** a
gut the mof*** a
out of luck the mof*** a
my soul has no remorse,
hence why im frowning next to a bloody corpse,
victems left several stab wounds,
several victems left dead in the next room,
I could end the world just for fun,
end syko-g's career like a bombing run,
he thinks he syko but he aint foolen me,
Imma give you a byname syko-wannabe,
I spit fire hotter then hell,
and every day the degreese upswells,
just freestylin and thug whilin,
robbery counte me in, let B&E Begin
Let yo brains drip,
like water froma faucet,
Let the chainsaw rip,
like a lumberjack doin his shift,
Let me give you a tip,
I got the handle by a good grip
I got one ultimate goal,
to feast on your corpse and stay full,
I'm docta bludshed dont make me gone repeat,
I stole your soul so i have no receipt,
none of my murders are ever incomplete,
keep going forward never will i retreat,
the police are so complicit,
I did it with a brick sh** s so explicit,
im putting a silence to all these rich kids,
and adding a 100 percent to my fridge,
I live life like this every day,
never stop at halfway,
gotta make it to the fullest,
by dat i mean cut throats even if the blade be the dullest,
My rhymes are hot and dirty some call em infructuose,
I dotn produce fruity sh** i reveal blood and guts,
gore is where you will find me,
bloods thick never comes lightly,
Some call me firghtning,
cause i murder on mic like my rhymes are unique like a true bigfoot sighting.
I slit throats,
slicing blades quicker then most,
got black coats,
eat human flesh taty like a roast,
sick thoughts,
voices telling me to stab and cut,
i wont get cought,
just murdered this druggy slut,
voices quide me,
telling me how and what to do,
hole dug by tree,
raining and thick but i gotta follow threw,
now the corpse is burried undr the dirt and mud,
i can go home and blaze a fat bowl of bud,
