I attack the mic like a psycho brain thoughts twisted like Michael got you in my sights now follow you then I go around the back wait till it’s night then spy you changing in the bathroom no bathrobe times running out hoe bout to put you in my trunk then drive off real slow music real low conceise real low probably going to hell oh well better have fun anyway time to play gain my trust or I’ll chain you up hang you up stuff you up ruff you up fuck you up then I cut you up after busted nuts in your butt dressed you up like a nun even gave you gun then chased you off in the woods with a axe on my back