Myles Malice - Patrick Bateman 2 lyrics

Burning sensation within my veins, no containing it When its loose no restraining it, time he spoke to ya woken by lame sh** fu*k THAT! Malice in this b**h wit no patience So ya'll better back the f** up out the way its time for patrick bateman b**h I've got no mercy for rappers, empathy's something I lack I'll hack em up into tid bits and stuff that b**h in a sack No qualms with that, I'm absorbing the soul obtained from my snack Then I'll regurgitate the wackness, cuz that craps like a cap of the epicack What you know bout that? Its a f**in fact if you take it in it'll make ya vomit I'm insidious a deviant pessimist to the d**h of this I'm whipping out the cleaver to clean up then feed upon em I know I, lose control, when punks try and f** with me I'll slice, spread apart, explore their gore, why of course they'll bleed Profusely, don't believe me? push me b**h Shoulda never mistook me for a p**y As if i could be, you can get gut f**ed by captain hooky Cut the b**h up perfectly, purposely thin for the peppered jerky Lyrical incisions, surgical precision if i twitch you'll certainly Be, spurtin the burgundy , paint a picture with the mutha f**a Fessin up fervently, but i really wanna be the one to beat em with the heater Like a p**y imma eat em but it never occurred to me That you'd be bitin the curb for me Spittin with a tip toe b**h, you f**ed up Bumping that sh**s absurd to me, for the perjury, murder in the 1st degree Hit em with the mac attack back to back like, BBBBDDDDDAAATTT bap Putcha head up in the back pack Neva leave it intact, when i pack my axe Your a fact in my sick catharsis I'm a demented artist, here to harvest your meat get up in your dreams But i creep unseen, if your looking for me, ya beta spark that candle b**h Cuz I be, off in the darkness, thoughts of rot in the spot when i spit Your bars, horrendous, i'm off my rocker, keep gawkin ya bish This oughta be offered to me, i'm an oddity, possibly, sick with All the above, none left for wannabes toppin my hit list Iddy biddy kiddies who be thinking that they really really raw Stickin a blade up in achiles kickin em over look at em crawl Now i gotta put a blade up in your bitty, she bled so pretty Never will I pity walter mitty when i really got the secret life I'm a twisted f**, better run wit a hustle Imma beat em on the beat wit a bat up until they buckle Break a blade off in a b**h leave em panicin in a puddle Its never subtle when i pick up the mic and unlike the dim light neva dimming the hype So why not invite me in, the dark knight within will take a neck out with a big ole bite What the blood type?, tastes O, but B negative, spit (rap)reptilian bound ta be venomous Paint a dark pic, reminiscent of, mutilated mutha f**as lickin blood up for the hell of it I dont wanna be the one to hit em with the blame But you mutha f**as tryin to put your dick up in the game If you spittin anything but the sickness, shame Put a bullet in your brain when you speak my name It's malice, got a demon in me, it's malice, gonna be feeding you'll see Its malice, gonna be bleeding your team, it's malice, gonna be keeping your spleen So make no mistake ya mof** I'm preppin the guillotine Spittin my sh** so patrick bateman there ain't no taming of the maming i bring But if b**hes get to trippin saying "damn your sh**s so violent, why?" I've told you mutha f**as a thousand times, I'm just a pretty sick guy! I'm a pretty sick guy I'm a pretty sick guy I'm a pretty sick guy I'm a pretty sick guy When you get me heated i will never be defeated now i sound a bit conceited so i'd better wave bye But before i get to steppin stick a shiv up in your eye cuz, i'm a pretty sick guy