[VERSE 1]
The delivery room
I walk in baring a magnum
f** a mother in labor
Without wearing a magnum
The father can't stop me
Cuz I stab him and gag him
Not even nurses and doctors
I f**ing bag 'em and tag 'em
Shove my motherf**ing arm
Down inside of that b**h mouth
Grab the baby by the ankle
Yank quick to get ripped out
Of the throat and momma choke
A little giggle slipped out
Cuz I'm thinking about the silly
Body bag I picked out
Take the infant by force
Make it stare into the corpse
Until it learns to speak the words
"My dead mommy is a who*e"
Make it face the 44
Paint it's brain onto the floor
Swing by the nursery and
Turn it into a morgue
I stood over the shoulder of
James Holmes when I told him
To walk in with the automatic
Weapons and unload 'em
Really bumming out mother
f**ers all across Colorado
So for compensation, they
Went and legalized marijuana
Looking a child in the eye
Say to him he gonna die
Then when he begins to cry
All he wants to know is why
So I tell that little f*ggot
It would be my delight
It's because this is what you get
Just for being five
Even Gary Busey says
That I'm a f**in crazy n***a
The only feeling I'm giving to
Other people is rigor
Mortis, lyin f**in still there
Ain't no telling what I do to 'em
I just know that when I k** 'em
I make 'em say my pseudonym
[VERSE 2]
I f**in murder effective
You can call me affectionate
Ride your a** in traffic
So I can eat the excrement
Reverse the situation and
Crash to get a settlement
Eyeballing the damage and
Give an accurate estimate
Cutting off your head for
Improper etiquette
Leave me your possessions
In your last will and testament
Makin s** to your pets
Because I am petulant
Parokeet skeet
Is my favorite element
I'll s** your dick slow cuz
You're dead and it's delicate
Pump and swirl my method
I confess I am a Methodist, drinking
Pesticide all the time
I'm probably a pessimist
I'm a lesser human being
I guess I am a Mexican
Supporter of abortions
I'm non-prolific
The voices in my head
Be speaking in hieroglyphics
Bust in b**hes a**es
Cuz I'm so an*lytic
Got her s**ing on my balls
This b**h be ballistic
Never wear lipstick
When I s** a dude's dick
But my lipgloss is popping
When I'm tossing dude's sh**
Like salads with a bunch
Of feekle matter on it
Be sippin on bleach
Mixed with gin tonics
My life is such a joke
That I will die a comic
Two Adams, no Eve
This sh** is diatomic
It doesn't take a hipster
To say it's ironic
That I'm slow in the head
But I move super sonic
Go figga, my n***a
Loose trigga, get bigga
Same mother, lame lover
Blaine Tucker, "muh f**a"
Shove my f**ing balls
Right into your infant's mouth
Then shove that little f**er
In the crevice of the couch
You think you're hot sh**
I ain't heard about you, spick
I'll snatch your f**in beats
And mash the cartilage out ya dick
I got Josh Duhamel
Beheaded in a ditch
Burn down ya whole hood
Where's ya Safe Haven now, b**h