Kill 'Em All

You think it's a game? Well I think that your veins Could leak equal to rain Don't speak on my name Unless you're ready for an evil deranged person Lurkin plottin on the meat from your brains A horrible corpse mangler Slash strangler Mad dangerous man after your cash and then you trip Breakin your ankles at angles straight makin you slip My favorite game is hangin a bitch Ebrasively spit These other cats behave like a bitch Get a little bit of fame in the game and they switch While I still got a dame in my basement Hang her from the frame let the razor blade play with her wrist Makin a slit Thought about changin a bit Then realized I'm designed to be makin you sick And I can play my part Fuck beef if I need meat I'll fillet your heart Kill em all They ain't standin a chance against a man of my stature imma have to go and Kill em all They probably think that I'm playin let em get in my way and imma show em how to Kill em all This ain't a diss to reply to this is music to die to let me show you how to Kill em all You better act like you know real deal imma show you how to kill em all now Yes, he's turnin to Leslie Vernon Disrespectful, body parts left him burnin Barbequed parts of you, a wreckless surgeon Performin surgeries in my wrecked suburban I'm so qualified, so much experience With makin a bitch bleed like a period Follow me let you see it's Assyrian Without the baby man it's crazy helped me carry them I'm the exact opposite of vegetarian Extra rare, use raw for comparison Don't stare at him Marilyn Unless you wanna get locked up in the box you're gettin buried in Now that's American as apple pie Mass murder Babies in the trash to die Stab further Into your back then I Go grab Igor, we gon bring you back alive Naturally sick Sicko hazardous as shit Stabbin you and laughin as you drip Rap needs villians I'm happy to admit That I'm that guy, the bad guy, grabbin on my dick All of that bloody talk is nothin you fuckin mark Guts can fall the ground when you chopped apart I can die in a jiffy High, no Whitney But I'm alive and surrounded by ice, no kidneys Sniffin crushed up pills mixed with broken glass Ajax, coffee grounds, choked and gagged Hacked up a chunk of my throat Pour a glass Of vodka to wash it down Throw it back You know I'm back cause the rack of ribs in my fridge Says "baby back" and that's what it is I'm still involved in vicious and ill assaults Open the wound fill it with salt