Murderous Habits

Lyrics

[Intro: Rhapture] La la la la la La la la la la Because you think about her, no But ain't got the guts to rip 'em apart [Verse 1: K-Smoke] Molest is in my favor, rough is in my nature Heeding all the women like sweet assorted flavors I'm in the slums with a knife, finding the dame when I break Smile, I'm willing to give it up for a cheap price Engulfed in madness, my heart is dancing with Satan More often that it gets mauled and the bitch not get her bacon Abdominal region got the sharpest and occupied And how we wait for the press to analyze, cannibal eyes I'm steady campеd, expert Scalpel tip to thе tips, rip it to bits and let the bitches neck drip Now let the neck squirt and nail her head to the press and make the next news excerpt I'm in the lab with a brain filled with loads of entertaining I'm gaining all women lacking the patience to make changes Call me Jack (Jack), Mister Ripper got 'em shaking Spinning this scalpel around my fingers in my leather apron [Chorus: Dubbs & Rhapture] I got some murderous habits But I know I'm not bad, I'm just a little bit misunderstood (misunderstood) In all of this madness, the fact of the matter is you don't kill 'em but you wish that you could (wish that you could) We're one in the same, a couple players in the game I just play a little different than y'all (different than y'all) 'Cause see a thing about hurting nobody Got the guts to take a motherfucker and just rip 'em apart [Verse 2: Mr. Morbid] Rip 'em apart, now that's despicable This shit is an art I sit in the park in intervals with visions of dark (dark) Senses and sparks, it's simple though, a victim to start (start) This isn't hard (hard), I'm tripping 'cause I'm missing her heart But hey! I like it better when I come with an axe to plunge in your back And I'm numb to the fact I'm in love with the craft I caught a couple cousins 'cause it's fun to the max And now this blood has got me buzzing so I'm running with that I'm stuffing dozens in fact All these fake women that stay sinning Getting laid, grin in they face like it was Thanksgiving In the day sitting with bae, but in the late, kissing eight different men Bitch, you'll end up with your face missing (yeah) Or become a rape victim (yeah) My last bitch was a damaged savage with a massive ass and fat tits (aha) I gave her mad dick (I did) But that switched when she ran with another man (man) I cut her off, and that's it [Chorus: Dubbs & Rhapture] I got some murderous habits But I know I'm not bad, I'm just a little bit misunderstood (misunderstood) In all of this madness, the fact of the matter is you don't kill 'em but you wish that you could (wish that you could) We're one in the same, a couple players in the game I just play a little different than y'all (different than y'all) 'Cause see a thing about hurting nobody Got the guts to take a motherfucker and just rip 'em apart [Verse 3: Lyrizone] Let me tell you about a story guaranteed to creep you out How I plan such a intricate slaughter in every house I stalked on my every victim, night, noon, or day Pay attention to every habit, every move that they made And when I learned enough regardless, a pet, kid, elderly Everybody's gonna die, I bind 'em 'til their elbows bleed If they try to cry, shit, I smile and slice 'em happily (hahahaha) "What is BTK" they say? Let me show you First, chop and beat in the brains and like you were told to (ooh) Next, find some rope for the throat and all of the ligaments Tie 'em to the base of the pole tight, where they can never slip or trip Some say it's torturous, many more say it's masochistic I can kill or see, neither way neither one of 'em Christ christened I'm actually providing insurance for these corpses Depends on how they bend to the pressure in rigor mortis [Chorus: Dubbs & Rhapture] I got some murderous habits But I know I'm not bad, I'm just a little bit misunderstood (misunderstood) In all of this madness, the fact of the matter is you don't kill 'em but you wish that you could (wish that you could) We're one in the same, a couple players in the game I just play a little different than y'all (different than y'all) 'Cause see a thing about hurting nobody Got the guts to take a motherfucker and just rip 'em apart [Verse 4: Samson Samson] They fear me when the night falls, because they know I might crawl in their windows with a knife drawn But that's all that I need until the night's dawn Stealing all your shit, stabbing you until your life's gone (life's gone) Is that wrong? I don't need any permission when I'm slitting a bitch Throwing a fit into submission A twenty-two at close position Your boyfriend's out of commission You should shut the fuck up and listen or this knife removing your vision I can show you what it's like to be a bad man Pentagram can show the devil that I am Your life is worthless, I'm sending you straight to Satan And no, I'm not perfect because I'm fixating on hating You're powerless and I am in control now I was raised for this, yeah they bred me with the knowhow (how) I know now you people will never understand There's too much morality when you're living in Disney Land [Chorus: Dubbs & Rhapture] I got some murderous habits But I know I'm not bad, I'm just a little bit misunderstood (misunderstood) In all of this madness, the fact of the matter is you don't kill 'em but you wish that you could (wish that you could) We're one in the same, a couple players in the game I just play a little different than y'all (different than y'all) 'Cause see a thing about hurting nobody Got the guts to take a motherfucker and just rip 'em apart [Outro: Rhapture & Dubbs] La la la la la (rip 'em apart) La la la la la (rip 'em apart) La la la la la (rip 'em apart) La la la la la (rip 'em apart)