The Master of Ruckus

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[Intro] If you have the ability to provide additional security devices, then by all means do so [Richard Ramirez] I think most humans have in them the capacity to commit-to commit murder [Verse 1] Yeah Looking through your window like a creep The Grim Reaper run up on you While you're in deep sleep and leave you six feet deep Study sleep patterns So I could leave your bloody splattering In a psychedelic pattern when I'm battering your bladder in Gat up to your abdomen Shut ya off, ring That's collateral on any mile Bada bing Cops are vigilant to stop this belligerent Imminent danger, you're left to arrange a candlelight vigil Guidance from the trife Highlander with knives I get violent when I experience the silence of the night Got nothing but scary eyes at whores with hairy thighs You ain't worth my murder, let you live, you're barely alive I'm insane, down to execute a nun's twat I love when it rains it mutes the sound of gun shots Quick and decisive in the shadows, I'm nice wit' it When it comes to this craft, I could give you advice on it [Chorus] Bitch, shut the fuck up b'fore I kill you! A one man epidemic in madness and murder Who wants to relax? I don't You gon' get fuckin' murdered! Lock your windows, lock your doors [Verse 2] Since a kid I been dreaming to kill an invalid Catch 'em while he's sleeping And stomp on his head with Timberlands Smack you with the gat like a racket in Wimbledon 'Cause you're an imp nimble simpleton Rumpelstiltskin (Ha!) Hold the chamber exploder load in a cunt like Wilt Chamberlain Kill the neighbors too if I got enough favoritism (No) Thought you was nice in position you drew your gun I shot you in the mouth, ammunition right through your tongue (Blah!) Caught you like a psychotic anaconda You're choking on the bullet Like a dude token on hydroponic marijuana You got degraded like a penetrated gerbil Tryna beg for your life, though you can't articulate the verbals This man's absurd, unwelcome visitation no dissertation Your solicitation of mercy, can't be heard (Shh) This is not a dream, I'll warn you not to scream I'm not lying in my Dungarees, I'm about to cream! (Ahh) [Outro] Bitch, shut the fuck up b'fore I kill you! A one man epidemic in madness and murder Who wants to relax? I don't You gon' get fuckin' murdered! This trial is a joke, fuckin' asshole What do you want the world to know about you?
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- Necro