switchblades and switches backyard full of dead bitches hit them switches on the Impala rollin got diamond blade wheels we live in a world confined by dogma slick blade insane wheels crazy she could fuckin deals on dead bodies outta try it J's it'll leave ya praying I've made sick hate turned to cold pain now you're drinking Champaign through your mouth vein getting bitches wet as I stir the beaker wtf you think this is leave it to beaver your bitch ain't no June cleaver your almost dead head off decapation swinging that blade in the wrong direction blowing your head off with my Smith n Wesson I'm lawless bitch and your flawlessness makes me itch go ahead throw your pitch gonna strike out carve out your eyes cause your godless your soul I'm bout to demolish but first look I love red polish I stay violent my bitches stay silent no reason to fight it I don't try to hide it I murder bitches in the morning I muder bitches in the afternoon I murder bitches in the evening won't stop murdering bitches till I'm through. well fuck who'd knew one day that dead bitch be you packed a whole bag of shrooms n some lsd for me not you fucking prude J's not trying to be rude but back the fuck up oh right you can't I'll loosen the bolts if you stop wetting your pants spin bitch and do the twirly dance beg for your life then beg for his life either way won't stop my knife one way or another you gotta pay my price