I'm coming for your head
Like something from the dawn of the dead
Vito Corleone style, horse on a fucking bed
Thoughts spittin out from a madmans lip
Chop off your fucking tongue make you swallow it
Turn it down a bit I can't think rationally
I think I need another motherfucking drink madly
I think I'll hit the fucking bar with some mean eyes
Who the fuck you think you are telling me lies
Your a retard, claims to be real hard
But you the first one to run when the beef start
You fucking sweetheart, you're in the wrong frame
Beat your head till your dead with a long chain
Im sure an hell making sure i have a long reign
And the opposite of pleasure is fucking all pain
Come on punk that's some cold shit, wishing me fucking dead
So Im gonna beat in your mid-section, til your pissin red
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