creeping in your house quiet as a mouse glock in your mouth say goodbye don't be shy soul is mine blood on my hands I don't know who I am blood rushing out my eyes demon in deskies tripping on some acid takin all the damaged couldn't manage never would have lasted he gonna die I know why don't make the call we gonna brawl blood on the wall staying outta site need a lite high as a kite wanna try blood is dry death is a part we gonna charge I'm keeping up why u running up stab you with a knife gotta trip wire Mitchell Myers stab you with a pair of plyers Freddy Kruger staying in your dreams she a fucking feen I got the crown sit down looking like a clown laugh as drown I'm done hit u wit a stun pulling the gun just for fun look at you run