MDK

Murder, death, kill, we hungry

Murder, death, kill, we hungry

And I got bodies in the trunk, some of that cayenne pepper

Midnight just passed, better keep your eyes on Lector

I'm hidin' in your closet with a machete and trash bags

Spaghetti your insides, get ready, I been died

Dead like a zombie

Backpack full of that crack that'll make you go hug mommy

Mo' drugs on me

I'm too nice, but don't make me get that butcher knife cause I do slice

Television say I'm a monster, they look at me like I'm Ed Gein, guts in a box, red scene

And givin' bitches head drama, I'm way worse

I scrape the skin off your back and make a human skin purse

Cuttin' this meat, Strange is invited to eat

Murder, death, kill, we hungry

Murder, death, kill, we hungry

Murder, death, kill, we hungry

Murder, death, kill, we hungry

Ey, Lynch, is that a blunt? Roll that

Lace it with the cocaine, a nigga need to smoke that

Forgot to take my Prozac, I'm tryin' to get my zone back

Shakin' and twitchin', ready to kill a nigga, oh snap!

I feel alone to myself, so depressing

Stressed out, hectic, come close and get yo' neck slit

Reckless, rippin' shit out and give it as the message

Guts on your doorstep, wake ya up for breakfast

Send it out to Lynch for Dinner and a Movie

Had the cops confused when they investigate, who, me?

Fuck jail, them niggas gon' have to shoot me

Goin' down fightin' on trial if they sue me

Fire up this doobie, spit a bloody loogie

Ripguts, look what drugs do to me

Somebody better save ya, sodomize and rape ya

Bitch, pick your face up and hand it to the strangla

Watchin' a bitch scream, yeah, buddy, it wasn't as bloody as it seems

When it comes to killin' I'm a motherfucking fiend

Catch me in the corner with your mother Bath salt nigga I pound the asphalt nigga

Wrap you up in duck tape, and put you in the bottom on the river

But this time I was sniffin' cocaine, suicidal

12 gauge pointed at my head, Kurt Cobain

What you watchin' get him up, got him up

Shit you talking, shit him up, cut him up

I be havin' bad dreams and I want brains

I'm about to rape your daughter I'm insane

A midnight killer, like it's a fucking video game

And I need my own show, cause I be cooking the game up

I saute wolfgang puck

I'm raping and fuckin' the beat, nigga, game fuck

Cutting this meat and Trizz is invited to eat

I hope you got my plate ready cause it's time to eat

Clean all the blood off my face and it's time to sleep

Move quick with the swift I'm a fucking ghost

Treat bitches like my weed, get choked in smoke

Fuck my ecstasy cause I done been played twice

Now I'm trying to cut up them bitches using my steak knife

Take the sauce pour it on her ass

Light a match, set it off, fire up the gas

Have my new bitch join us for dinner

Tell Lynch to call his girl, now we all up in her

Crip shit, grip shit nigga this the sickness for instance

I kill bitches for attention

My idea of fun is fucking dead bodies

The devil's inside me, this motherfuckers' hidin'

Satan's taking over me, God what's gotten over me?

I hope my angels don't leave who else is going to roll with me?