Bloody ruckus - Handprintz lyrics

[Verse 1: Bloody Ruckus] Handprints on the walls All over inside the cellar Stabbing random people [?] Just to watch you suffer For the allegations that you have against me I am the k**er, better look out for me. In the street, when you find me strapped to the T, with a gun and a knife f** with me, I'll make you bleed. I'm the type of motherf**er turnin' s**as into cheese From under the [?] I'm sicker than Ed Gein Souls of my victims runnin' in my blood stream Shooting them all down like I was a dope fiend Take your kid with a slit throat, find em in a trash can, I don't think nobody knows I'm a mad man Then I write a letter to his family, telling them that his mother will never cuddle her little boy tonight, I was glad man, I'm a sick man I'm a sick f** with the intention to murder anything that walks into my path co*king the heat, You're f**ing with the leader Dragging the body into the woods [?] Brain matter splatter all over the f**ing walls [???????] Cannibalism, feed you to my dogs I don't really even think he had enough until he [?] All the police ever found were mega body parts all over the f**ing floor including little children's private parts up on the toilet seat... [Hook: Bloody Ruckus] Handprints on the wall All over the bedroom It's a story from the saw I'm stabbin' this b**h, even knowin that it's wrong Murdering eternally I'm feelin like I'm hurting everybody with this song Handprints on the walls Feel the touch of d**h Like a bullet to the chest, [?] No more regrets, I confess to the mess, better yet Cult sh** murderer, betta know who the best (x2) [Verse 2: Bloody Ruckus] You wanna talk? You wanna stab? You wanna fight? Crack em in the f**ing face with a steel lead pipe I don't even joke around I'm about to black out and take you on a burning journey to the [?] bite Hearing voices in my head, they're telling me to k** em all [???] watch me murder them all [???????] I am, the second Charlie Manson, little kids running up to me like "Can I join your Cult Crew?" 1: You gotta k** your parents, 2: You gotta worship me, 3: You gotta run some errands including washing off the enemies blood right from off of the concrete And now as I'm lurking alone, I'm looking inside your window I'm feelin so hollow I know you're fast asleep, open your mouth for the blades you will swallow As I was walking down the hallway, I took a left into the parents bedroom with a knife at my waist, took the motherf**er and held tight in my hand and walked up to the p**y b**h and carved up his face Walked up to the mother and raped her repeatedly in front of her kids, I lit her p**y up with a torch, watching her die slow, taking away her final breath Never gave a sh** about a b**h, leave a scythe and a pitch fork in her ribs, and please don't worry about your kids, because I'm brain washing those motherf**ers cuz I don't give a sh**! [Hook: Bloody Ruckus] Handprints on the wall All over the bedroom It's a story from the saw I'm stabbin' this b**h, even knowin that it's wrong Murdering eternally I'm feelin like I'm hurting everybody with this song Handprints on the walls Feel the touch of d**h Like a bullet to the chest, [?] No more regrets, [?] Cult sh** murderer, betta know who the best (x2)