Live From the Crypt (Nightmare)

Lyrics

Verse 1: Coming from the Crypt Wrapped up like a mum Two bitches with their wrists slit Laying across their tummy Three pictures of your dad's dick In a stack of money Four midgets on a pogo stick Sippin' Gin and Rummy Five [?] sick from the firing squad Six dick suckers sucking dick Moaning "Oh God" Seven Mac Eleven [?] Eight Rich Chigga spit shit I'm a damn fraud Verse 2: Welcome to the motherfucking mind of a rat Cold steel Straight through No cheese in the trap Lay awake Screaming red Muscle twitch Neck crack Give a fuck about a bitch Unless she laying on her back Unless she wrapped up Unless she missing half her teeth Unless she ugly as fuck Unless she piss in her sleep That's when we'll give a fuck about yo bitch Don't bounce back Trigger finger gotta itch Verse 3: Tied to a blue and green Remo convertible Drag through the dirt So hurted, unhurtable Imma beat yo ass so loud Assertable Held down make your kneecaps Invertible I don't give a fuck about a thing Ever Juliet hanging from a swing Headless Chasing down to the hamstring Leather Mass suicide on the scene Together I don't give a fuck about a thing Not one Laidback, chilling with a 12 Shotgun I know where you motherfucking live Mad Sun Candyman coming in your teeth I'm done Verse 4: Imma show you how to take a mutt And cut her up And butter On a beam Make a bitch stutter (ooh) Outro: His name His name His name His name His name was Jesus I love my dead, gay son You're gonna kill me You're gonna fucking kill me Why Why because I fucked you You fucked me You fucked me You came to my house You came to me I got you a car I got you your clothes Even drew you a fucking bubble bath