I’m going to sit here and drink this Stella
Then go out and cut the throat of some next girl’s fella
Spend my life in cells because I couldn’t control my temper
A lifetime of silence, spitting acapela
Or maybe fill my boxers to the brim with nutella
Then shove my hand down there
And to the judge’s despair, lick my fingers clean
The Duruy starts to scream, this is nothing that they have ever seen
The hammer smacks down in disgust
Take him to the padded cells, that’s a must
Free again in 10 months, I wouldn’t call that luck
By the time they realised it was too late
Congratulations and well done you dumb fuck
I’m just such a psychological serial killer
I am the kind of person the world has never seen
Like the first ever music video, that was thriller
Grab the submachine and just fucking take out wolverine
Then about sixteen stupid army marines
But I was never seen like Chuck Norris
Sneak in your yard, cut your throat over the porridge
Grab your women and pull down her jeans
Give the cunt the fucking beans
Then slit her throat so I don’t pass my on genes
I guess you’re now thinking that’s not psychological
I was just mentioning that’s also very possible
But don’t get me wrong by all means
You will be held responsible for you own actions
And stopping me is always impossible
This mood aint fucking coming back
Fuck that shit, can’t deal with this crap
If I have an automatic gat
Squeeze the trigger and watch my brains go splat
Suicidal, homicidal maniac that’s a fact
Locked in thoughts of anger, I’m trapped
Leave your face looking blacked
When I’m done stomping on this twat
Sensible reasoning is completely lacked
Don’t ask me if I’ve been smacked
My punches are backed
I wanted to taste the pain left my own head cracked
