BADMiND - Stupid Man Suit lyrics

BLOOD AND GUTS, the only way to start this DIE MOTHER fu*kER DIE, leave another carca** heartless Rip it out, throw it in the marshes Or pucker for the pistol, either way I'm bringing darkness One of the harshest, b**h, born sinner With an appetite for lyrical murder and spittin' venom If a mother f**er stepping to me, bet imma skin em With a steak knife, marinate, ready for dinner If you're looking' for k**ers then you've come to the right place Some say that I'm known to sever a f** face Defacing punks, so in awe when sharp things Pierce through the flesh for the cause of bloodstains Far up above lames, buildin a name To bring down on the game like I'm acid rain They all drown in a river that could pa** for flames The sh** burns, soak em in the gasoline I got a demon and i feed him, let him out so you can meet him Get to fiendin' for the flesh, the only feelin' thats appealing So i need the epidermis like the grinch I'm stealin it, peeling it PRETTY LITTLE b*tchES IMMA EAT EM (YUM) But its hard to maintain the name and stay ahead of the game when liven paycheck to paycheck On top of that I'm reclusive, elusive, find you fools intrusive, raincheck to raincheck But every time i shed this suit, the beast emerges The boys to boot, its malice Unmask him, force a fluke to fight fear when i find em Face the ruthless get noosed Flesh fruit depitted, i could scalp that b**h to replace my fitted You talk i'll spit it, with a blade so rigged Imma cut slow rip and leave a blood trail drippin' if I shed this suit (Hook) Let me shed this suit This stupid f**ing man suit I THINK IT'S FINALLY TIME I SHED THIS fu*kING SUIT Off in Colorado kickin' it with LSp for gorefest a fool greets me, doggin me bout my kicks I'm like "dude let me ask you this, you know who wears prada.. do these look like DCs b**h?" Ya betta back the f** up, I'm ga**ed to maximum I'll have ta blast ya if you're actin rude I'm bout to get the mic and hit ya with the 50 clip i'll split you as i glamour you, you'll bow to master who? Me! the Dapper, man in the suit, you watch me From the crowd I'm looking down at you And if you ever get to thinkin you're above me, come through and check back with me with the facts to show proof You shouldn't peg me as a punk ya dumb f**! Don't be judging my cover you'd better pick another book Cuz if you thinkin you can read me I'm the necro f**in nomicon, you'll wake a sleeping demon Swap a heater for the meat hook, YUP And its just like that, I'm like a phantom Slipping through the mist of man Lookin to meet my canonical 5 They need to die cuz i know they can, YUP So i grab my suit, I gotta look good to allure them b**hes I like to pick em by their p**y fumes Ain't no scent richer than a dime piece pink is Slit hits like a vics inhaler, 55 vixens stiffin the air Caught a whiff i could savor/save her, my favorite flavor Fake tits and dumb as rocks Take her to the bed i'll rough her up and be a boss Cut the b**h up into bits and put the bitty in a box For the cops leave a note read: fu*k YOU Now that the work is done let me shed this suit (HOOK)