Homicidal Fantasies

Lyrics

[Production] [Intro] And Shepherds we shall be For thee, my Lord, for thee Power hath descended forth from Thy hand Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti [Hook: Almighty U-Sorcerer & (2Pac)] Nigga, I got (Homicidal Fantasies!!) Nigga, I got (Homicidal Fantasies!!) Nigga, I got (Homicidal Fantasies!!) Nigga, I got (Homicidal Fantasies!!) [Verse 1: gamemast15r] I hate your fucking guts and I hope that you bleed If they are gonna be like you then I have no hope for your seed If you wanna stop the war you better murder me Or else I'll come over to your house and bring the burner to your knees Often times, I have homicidal thoughts And weird situations playing out about getting caught For now I'm sane cause I'm only painting a picture But if I get caught writing it down then it all goes down the pisser Yes, people thinking I'm fucking crazy, and I like that Wrong me then I'm gonna drive-by then come right back Covers up my insecurities and inabilities But the hatred I have towards you is still in me I like torture, I'm partial towards chainsaws It's got me feeling like a surgeon the way I'm cutting your brains raw Remember, these are just thoughts so if I think them about you Then next time I see you I'll punch your vocals out of tune [Hook] [Verse 2: Almighty U-Sorcerer] [Hook] [Verse 3: gamemast15r] Reload your firearms, sharpen your blades Don't ever cross me, you know bout the carpenter's fate Anyone who knows me knows I'm the harbinger of hate Shotgun shell to your skull, remove part of your face An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth I populate the morgue cause I got nothing to lose An armed mafioso with the mind of the Zodiac With enough twisted disposition to die bringing Kony back I'm a squad of armed forces, your shit is bogey rap Literal assassination, wondering where your Co-D's at I wish I could throw you five stories to the ground Like 'Pac in Juice, but you would never make a sound I have a set of rules, I follow the Assassin's Creed Sins of the father lead to a cap in your seed When you feel twelve bullets hit you in your spinal While you're in your wheelchair reminiscing, know that my word is always final [Outro] It's not as if she were a maniac or a raving thing She just goes a little mad sometimes We all go a little mad sometimes Coming soon