[Hook]
Stupid muthaf**as Better say your prayers
I drag your b**h and take her to my lair
b**h a** must wanna meet your maker
Go to hell now
Imma see you later
She can try and scream with her mouth full of semen
The monster who she freaking
The one who got her leaking
You better find a deacon
Cause Imma keep you leaking
Say you in the red cause you bleeding into pieces
[Verse 1]
Who wanna f** with the master of life and d**h when
I'm known for taking out breaths from your chest and
Kidnapping your b**h if you lookin at me sideways
5 fingers of d**h
Giving you d**h to you five ways
I treat body bags like garbage bags
Out the trash
The worlds a way better place without your a** trust that
I bust back with a 12 gauge shotty
And if I miss your body then I'm shooting everybody b**h
I snatch purses from the poor and the rich
Just because I like to hear snitch
But they won't find me
I be so low key you'd think i was dead but nah
I'm busy bustin nuts and getting some heads
Know k**ers with dreads who are just eager to slice
Take a piece of your ice
Then sell it double the price
Need I remind you that your momma will find you
Dead in her garden
I call it a flower bed
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
If I set my watch then your time is up
People walking dead f**ing lining up
To feel this wrath
Feel this terror
Knife in their back wishing life was fairer
You don't want me to blow your f**ing face off b**h
I'm the reason why you scared of the f**in graveyard shift
I'm the reaper so grim
Taking off with your brim
Taking off with your limbs and a pair of your timbs
Slaughterhouse kingpin I dare you to blink wrong
Skin a f**ing wolf so I can put my f**ing mink on
I get my drink on and pour the rest on your grave
Don't worry you can get a sip where you lay
You can pray and you pray but you still gonna pay
Plus god can't hear you when you locked in a safe
You thought you were safe but I know where you sleep
Body bag zipped up put your body in the jeep
[Hook (modified)]
Stupid mothaf**as Better say your prayers
I drag your b**h and take her to my lair
b**h a** must wanna meet your maker
Go to hell now
Imma see you later
She can try and scream with her mouth full of semen
The monster who she freaking
The one who got her leaking
You better find a deacon
Cause Imma keep you leaking
Body in a casket and your family dressed you decent
[Verse 3]
How the f** hell feel is it hot as my b**h is
Can't stand the heat cooking pot in the kitchen
Laced with the grace and I mix it in the batter
Let you get a taste of the cake on the platter
Can't see straight ha, b**h I Wonder why
Take a bu*terknife, cut both of your f**in eyes
I love it when the screams hit my ears from the victim
It means my f**ing blade knew just where to stick em
Just yesterday you was yelling f** the system
Bet you take it back when the judge say dismiss em
I beat cases like I beat your f**ing body
Your b**h on her knees face where my f**ing Glock be
Cops be knocking
But I mopped so quick
They couldn't take a swab of the floor and find the sh**
Evidence lacked
Now I'm coming back
For everyone you love
Baratta-tat-tat
[Outro]
BARATTA TAT TAT b*tch
WHATCHU THINK OF THAT b*tch
MASTER OF THIS RAP sh*t
INTRODUCE YOU TO YOUR fu*kIN CASKET!