Mr. No Problem - Philosopher of Chainsaws lyrics

Yeah I'm all up in your kitchen like The Strangers Mask off I don't give it a second f**ing thought Cause all these witnesses are pa**ing I get nasty off the motherf**ing acid like it's bath salts Trippin' and rolling like a mad god Lighting on the world, I am not a fair lord If I had to say, i guess that its my dad's fault If another f**in' person say that I've got anger problems Then my boots will show a p**y to the asphalt Pardon that last part I think I'm a good guy Just don't check my backyard shed There's a couple girls dead Under black tarps Yeah I move to paris and i blame it on my landlord I don't like your f**in' stance hit the switch watch the trapdoor expand And now I feed you to my rancor Yeah and all these bloggers that don't like me Might just catch a f**in curse Cuz I'm da rudest like a sandstorm Yeah, I got bullets on the floor I don't even really get that hungry anymore I'm not living in my motherf**in' body it's a corpse Cellophane wrapped, keep a body in the storage I only relate to other poor kids Family left me stranded maybe that's why I'm so morbid Yeah I'm caught in the macabre like I was Rosemary's Orphan Ill bite your f**ing throat till I hit organs God Maybe I take this sh** too far Cannabis Major like the dog star Keep a couple b**hes on a leash barking In my basement like a motherf**ing dog park I spit this sh** like its a lost art Got scarab beetles on my arm i feel like Descartes I'm the philosopher of chainsaws Leave your brains as a painting and a stained wall