Demented
[Verse 1: MicSteam]
Hi, I got a collection of ice picks
It's priceless when I put these bitches in vice grips
They try to flex on me, but I be ripping up their biceps
I'ma need some latex gloves, I'm covered in blood
Y'all dead meat, dead on the street, roadkill, hold still
I'm from outer space, Cloverfield
They didn't know that we had a couple killers in the family
Hand-me-down chainsaws from my grandpa, thanks pa
Guess I'm a little demented 'cause evil comforts me
It's 'bout to bе a cold case, I hold the key to Hеll's gate
I don't think they really wanna go down to that place
I don't think they really wanna keep their faces
I'm not Norman Bates but I keep a mask on my face
In case somebody watching the damn place
I got no more leftover meat on my plate 'cause I stay hungry
Rap 'til I die with a pocket full of zip ties
[Bridge: Sample]
Buried banging at your door
Don't hear a sound
Don't know me anymore
A bell that tolled to comfort me
An empty street
A rising steam
[Interlude 1: DNA Tru Lyricist]
This man got me off Fortnite
[Verse 2: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Damn MicSteam, you fucking killed it
And I scream, you scream, we all scream for sliced spleens
I never tried Lean
But I've mixing your girl's ovaries in my Ovaltines since I was 19
They shoulda never let me master the Ripgut
Onto Jeepers Creepers walls where I blasted your sister
With a Stretch Armstrong arm attached just to fist her
You better wear your contamination suits, I'm asking the Mr
Tru Ripsta, don't make me take it back in the day
I blacken the place, hacking your face, leave organs stashed in the base'
Listen to the sound of the organ as I click-clack the K
Make you show up at your own funeral, I'm fashionably late
Closed casket, no answer, no nose attached to your face
'Cause you don't even got that, that shit's tragic
Eternally cancerous, brutal and acidic
Looking like you were in a Final Destination 2 accident, bitch
[Interlude 2: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Fuck with me
[Bridge: Sample]
Don't hear a sound
Don't know me anymore
A bell that tolled to comfort me
An empty street
A rising steam
To scorch my feet
I walk alone, beside myself
Nowhere to go
Ahh, this bleeding heart
That's in my hands, I fell apart
Ahh
[Interlude 3: DNA Tru Lyricist]
They know what we do
I mean, do we gotta keep telling 'em?
We gotta tell 'em again?
We rap forever
[Verse 3: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Well damn, it looks like I got another verse
Quick, somebody go get his ass another hearse
'Cause this gonna hurt, I've had my heart ripped out
Swallowed, shit out, stomped on, chewed up, and spit the fuck out
So if you think I give a fuck what you're talking about
You're gonna find your corpse white-chalk-outlined the fuck out
So you can get the fuck out, 'cause bitch, I'm doing fine
And I got all kinds of pussy in my room, doing time
I tie 'em up, [?], wire 'em up
I wanna see that pussy quiver, time to fire it up
And just 'cause you see me living up in a nice neighborhood
Don't think you're gonna be entering Mr. Rogers' neighborhood
[Outro: DNA Tru Lyricist]
I'll eat your tits off, just get off
Sorry for the explicit shit, but this is just the riptop, hahaha
Cross 'em over, lyrically spraying their brains with the criss-cross
It's the motherfucking formally known Tru Lyricist - back in the day: Ripsta