*Demonic laughing Wait... Somebody hold this muthaf**a legs Scalpel *Noises and more laughing I'm ready Hello, try again Kinda sick sh** is this? Want me to throw [dead?] hands on your face with, with, with [eye balls?] Drop you on [a tree?] with, with um [spider heads dropping?] on your mouth Want me to crack your mouth with, with [?] smash in your eyes? Want me to slam you on a, on a tree with [?] dropping on your body? Lit him up like it's Halloween, drop him off at the fence and then [Mike?] will take him [X8] All a n***a need is a bag of weed, a 40 ounce bottle, and a fresh Swisher Sweet My pistol and a [hand for?] the chrome [?] [every?] [?] n***a, f** it is on Alright, everybody listen up I want this place gone over with a fine-tooth comb Where ever these f**ers are, they gotta be close I am standing outside the perimeter of what is turning out to be the most horrific crime scene since Jack The Ripper stalked the streets of London What police have uncovered [?] words can't describe it Human skulls used as ornaments Body parts stuffed in refrigerators And I can't believe what it says here... A ma** grave of decomposing bodies dumped under the crawl-space of the house