Infested

Too spooky for the world, lock me up and toss the key
The madness isn't sadness this is just my sanity
As I creep one by one counting victims for the fun
Okie doke grab the rope
Break ya neck before ya choke
Cut the lights
I hear the voices in the dark
They plotting on my death cause I'm infested at the heart
No hope for my soul, what they said from the start
Now my futures in the dungeon on a bed of body parts
Chase you within your dreams
You running while in place
Screams try to come out but the efforts just a waste
Cuts coming from no place, rip the skin right off your face
Pulling nails, yanking teeth
So sadistic with my taste
Homicide on the rise by the violence of our kind
It's a cat and mouse game and I'm the dog who's here to bite
Cut throat razor blades, now it's time to set the stage
Come and witness to the rage of a misfit on the slay
Broken bones lead the path to my cave
I don't think you're ready for an early grave
So let this be a warning it's your lucky day, go and pray
Cause next time I promise you won't get away

Smoking on a bag, eye balls red
Popping off the junt
Homicidal thoughts, they fill my head
It makes my body numb
Yeah don't test me punk
Watch your step, I'm bound to pop
All I hear is talking from your side
But me I know you lying
And if you're feeling lucky come and do your thing
Fucking with the h-y-d-r-a
I'll catch you slipping mane
Naw I ain't gon' rob you
I'll just stab you till your liver fades
And if you wanna step on like a man
I'm down to hit the paint
In my veins flows a deadly urge to fight so knuckle up
Bitch I'll put this bow right across your face
And watch you hit the dust
I'm just a loose screw
Run your mouth, you're bound to drop
Busta quit the talking, do some work
It's time to walk it out
Petrified, shaking in your boots off in the alleyway
Thinking about those options that I gave you like the other day
But it's too late
All I see is red
I've done made up my mind
You should have thought about it
Now this blade I'll press between your spine
Yeah I heard it though the grapevine that you wanted smoke
Well come and get it
I'm gon' lay it the fuck down
We buck wild off in the south, it's raining blood
You claim you making a stain but I wish you would
It's the 3