[Verse 1] There is an idea of Patrick Bateman Closely related to Satan Chainsaw from the basement They all stay hating Some kind of abstraction Look at myself when girls give me action The only thing that causes reaction My charming behavior is merely a distraction [Verse 2] There is no real me I am only an entity Something illusory I k**ed Bethany I'm into murders and executions, mostly I'm in touch with humanity Everything contains vanity I think I'm losing my sanity [Verse 3] k**ed a lot of people Taken away their freedom I still remain peaceful I might be f**ing evil Can hide my cold gaze I've been at this for so many days It might be a f**ing phase Uncertainty is the thing that stays Push-ups, I can do a thousand Chasing them as I f**in shouted My own sh** remains clouded My list becomes crowded I want to stab you to d**h and play around with your blood Until your intestines cause a f**ing flood As your body falls down and I hear that damn thud I can continue acting like a damn stud Trying to listen to the new Palmer tape Did you know that sh** can actually change shapes Maybe I should buy a new set of drapes I k**ed them k**ing the man acting like an ape [Verse 4] Did you know I'm utterly insane? More k**ings are the only things that I feign It's just like cleaning the drain I just hate cleaning the stains I love snorting coke like charlie sheen Dude don't make a f**ing scene Don't make a mess I have to clean If you want to keep your f**ing spleen I keep acting like I'm super fly I guess you can tell the end is nigh The next body just seems to wanna die Guess you could say I'm a pretty sick guy