Burning sensation within my veins, no containing it
When its loose no restraining it, time he spoke to ya woken by lame shit
FUCK THAT! Malice in this bitch wit no patience
So ya'll better back the fuck up out the way its time for patrick bateman bitch
I've got no mercy for rappers, empathy's something I lack
I'll hack em up into tid bits and stuff that bitch in a sack
No qualms with that, I'm absorbing the soul obtained from my snack
Then I'll regurgitate the wackness, cuz that craps like a cap of the epicack
What you know bout that? Its a fuckin fact if you take it in it'll make ya vomit
I'm insidious a deviant pessimist to the death of this
I'm whipping out the cleaver to clean up then feed upon em
I know I, lose control, when punks try and fuck with me
I'll slice, spread apart, explore their gore, why of course they'll bleed
Profusely, don't believe me? push me bitch
Shoulda never mistook me for a pussy
As if i could be, you can get gut fucked by captain hooky
Cut the bitch up perfectly, purposely thin for the peppered jerky
Lyrical incisions, surgical precision if i twitch you'll certainly
Be, spurtin the burgundy , paint a picture with the mutha fucka
Fessin up fervently, but i really wanna be the one to beat em with the heater
Like a pussy imma eat em but it never occurred to me
That you'd be bitin the curb for me
Spittin with a tip toe bitch, you fucked up
Bumping that shits absurd to me, for the perjury, murder in the 1st degree
Hit em with the mac attack back to back like, BBBBDDDDDAAATTT bap
Putcha head up in the back pack
Neva leave it intact, when i pack my axe
Your a fact in my sick catharsis
I'm a demented artist, here to harvest your meat get up in your dreams
But i creep unseen, if your looking for me, ya beta spark that candle bitch
Cuz I be, off in the darkness, thoughts of rot in the spot when i spit
Your bars, horrendous, i'm off my rocker, keep gawkin ya bish
This oughta be offered to me, i'm an oddity, possibly, sick with
All the above, none left for wannabes toppin my hit list
Iddy biddy kiddies who be thinking that they really really raw
Stickin a blade up in achiles kickin em over look at em crawl
Now i gotta put a blade up in your bitty, she bled so pretty
Never will I pity walter mitty when i really got the secret life
I'm a twisted fuck, better run wit a hustle
Imma beat em on the beat wit a bat up until they buckle
Break a blade off in a bitch leave em panicin in a puddle
Its never subtle when i pick up the mic and unlike the dim light neva dimming the hype
So why not invite me in, the dark knight within will take a neck out with a big ole bite
What the blood type?, tastes O, but B negative, spit (rap)reptilian bound ta be venomous
Paint a dark pic, reminiscent of, mutilated mutha fuckas lickin blood up for the hell of it
I dont wanna be the one to hit em with the blame
But you mutha fuckas tryin to put your dick up in the game
If you spittin anything but the sickness, shame
Put a bullet in your brain when you speak my name
It's malice, got a demon in me, it's malice, gonna be feeding you'll see
Its malice, gonna be bleeding your team, it's malice, gonna be keeping your spleen
So make no mistake ya mofuck I'm preppin the guillotine
Spittin my shit so patrick bateman there ain't no taming of the maming i bring
But if bitches get to trippin saying "damn your shits so violent, why?"
I've told you mutha fuckas a thousand times, I'm just a pretty sick guy!
I'm a pretty sick guy
I'm a pretty sick guy
I'm a pretty sick guy
I'm a pretty sick guy
When you get me heated i will never be defeated now i sound a bit conceited so i'd better wave bye
But before i get to steppin stick a shiv up in your eye cuz, i'm a pretty sick guy
