Tom Houlton - I Truly be a Violent Man lyrics

I truly be a violent man; it's best you know I am I've always known I can follow my preying plan Stalk 'em to their homes and watch them living in their living rooms wa*k off to them changing clothes; just appear at their windows See my bright, white face, scream at the top of their voice Sound like the rapping of Royce da 5'9". Minutes later, they call 999 Fearing for their lives; and I've already made sure I ran But only to come back again to spy on them Most of them mother-f**ers have no idea that I am hunting them They seldom can notice me from afar; disguised at the store And the abattoir, painted blue; waiting to k** you Blending in with recycling bins. 'Please God, let this one pull through Please, I beg of you' I cannot go home without getting my dick wet again Sweating over another victim's chest; tryn'a make them blessed Yeah, bless me; making sure that I don't cum early on her dress Need to savour this: every moment I get So God, please don't let anyone interrupt this This blessed moment of pa**ion I know you dislike what's happening but what's happening's happening I will have no subconscious reaction: I will make this rape go through I will cum up inside of her an*l hole And spit and scream in her face, oh And no-one can stop me so don't try to send no things to block me Don't attempt to co*k-block me I realise I should have waited for consent Believe me when I say I meant to But you saw the way she was looking at me, didn't you? How could I pa** up a chance to be inside of that small, tight, white a** Can you answer that? Cause I can As soon as I saw her bum, I felt my cum draw towards it Like a Jew to a bank deposit or a h*mos**ual to a closet and then I just lost it So I decided to stalk her real badly Like that [?] Ash Wednesday with Mary-Kate and Ashley And I would have gotten away with that too if it weren't for those meddling kids And that f**ing dog of theirs that can talk and sh**. [?] kids I'm glad I made that dog eat their bodies and bits I realise that you dislike my rapping habits and it's okay It's your job to judge me and the actions I commit And I'm open to critics but this is just something I've got to do Hang on, I think she just started to do a poo Hey b**h, that sh**: it's getting all over my dick This better not be some voodoo sh**: you better not be some witch Cause I'll punch you so hard, you'll have a permanent stitch Okay, which way do you wanna do this? I can either pull out my dick and let you pull out your sh** Or I can keep on pounding at it to make it stick Yeah, I think that's the best option which Would make it go so far up next to your organs; sh** Well, what do you wanna do about this? Stop crying and sh**. Oh, f** this I don't want no hitch; can't be bothered with this glitch I ain't gonna switch until you start to twitch But you better not make me flinch because it would be like making a barber itch My metal-detected dick would sever your sh** and slit your clit Make you scream and wince, then report you to immigration, b**h Will cut you up like mince then dump your dumping body in an irrigation ditch This is how you've got to me: you've made me so ugly; I used to be so lovely Before I met these hunnies, started following them like a bunny Looking to make their young. And now, I just end up hung on the fox's lawn I've been getting played by women for so god-damn long I've forgotten how it feels to be alone and I'm so f**ing glad; I'm mad at the whole damn world And if I got a girl, I'd give her a swirl and end up in a twirl In a downward spiral, not feeling swell I would slaughter her whole family and then make her make love to me Make her do what I please and tie her up Like the dad does to the mum in Oculus Someone would need binoculars to find us I'll make her eat a plate till her teeth are rotten to sh**e Until her gums are cut with serrated edges Because I be jealous of other people's happiness Tell me, what the f** has happened to us? This world that could have been such a calming place But now it's just full of hate A-List models who [?] food but don't swallow Who think their shadows need to be perfect Who get four-year-old little girls in the mindset that they need to be perfect Dressing up like Joan Rivers' face. Man, that's f**ed up: I tell they Yeah, this disgusting human race; I'm ashamed to take up this space And this place that you call home, I call a prison, yo So do presume that I am going to end it all Drown myself in the bathing room Not that it would make any difference to you so f** you too Stay fake ba*tards if you really want to I know there'll be no convincing you cause you're all just too Stuck in your ways to get into a different phase So I'll continue to f** this b**h's face Cause she hates the taste and I love the way it makes my heart race I'll f** this [?] and then I'll k** myself Don't think about it yourself Because why would anyone ever think about anyone but themselves? As that would mean that you'd have to have feelings When people are obviously built to bear grudges and hate each other So go f** your mother. I have twice more than I've raped your own brother