Creepy Crawl

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Creepy crawling, in your crib We're comin' to kill Catch you while you sleep Wake up to a gun in your grill Doing Satan's business Tie you up, hang you, strangle you .22 cal bang, bang you Mephisto with a pistol on methadrine crystal Give me all the money To me you're less than shit stool Juxed 51 times, women screaming Blood everywhere Bound and gagged, in fear you stare Beg for your life Break the gun handle on your skull Take a jagged knife Then like an animal indulge In non-stop stabbing trife Puncture pregnant bitch, rupture arteries My horrific cult of vultures Butchering, no remorse, bludgeoning Slit your throat, gushing like a flushed toilet, now you're hunched My infamous psycho posse Tagging 'PIG' up on the door with blood You can't stop me from [Chorus] Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing (Until you die!) Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and (My cult keeps) Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing (Viciously!) Stab you to death! {*Gunshot*} [Verse 2] Face down on the bed Pillow case over your head Lamp cord choked Leave everyone in the place dead Knife to your chest, your colon flexes Slashing the word 'WAR' in your solar plexus We're piranhas get you prepped for embalmers You're pleading, bleeding profusely in your pajamas Attacking my prey like a starving hawk Jux ya buttocks with an axe and a carving fork Senseless crime, no motive Sacred deed Shock the world, make 'em stand up and take heed Needle tracks on my arm Influenced by Beatles tracks Doing your fetal sac harm "Patty, do something witchy later" Helter Skelter in blood on the refrigerator Exit, me and my vicious accomplices Hitch-hike back to the ranch Mission accomplished! [Chorus] Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing (Until you die!) Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and (My cult keeps) Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing (Viciously!) Stab you to death! {*Gunshot*} [Charles Manson interview sample] What the hell I wanna go off and go to work for? Work for what? Money? I got all the money in the world. I'm the king, man! I run the underworld, guy. I decide who's does what and where they do it at. What am I gonna run around and act like I'm some teeny bopper somewhere for somebody else's money? I make the money man, I roll the nickels. The game is mine! [?]