Killers Paradise

this shit is a killers anthem/ Santa planted a fandom on a random/ no joke these lyrics are stone cold killers/ ready to deliver a knife of a serial killer/ killing all the goody goodies and gold diggers/ this shit is a killers anthem/ -------------------------------------------------------------------- it's a killers paradise/ this is what happens/ when Freddy and Jason step in the same room/ a suicide bomber looking for catastrophic destruction/ my brain is dis-functional/ walk into my asylum, my kingdom/ i'm dead deals/ god of the dead/ i roll with my darkest shadows/ my best fried is the voices inside my head/ i live in a ring of endless fire/ i sleep with a knife hanging above my head/ i have a guys head in my trophies room/ i'm a crime scene in my head/ i'm his alter ego/ you will see my message/ i'm not the boy to be fake/ this is the real deal/ no ski mask/ some say it is a disagreeable task/ and i ask whether you agree with me or not/ i give to you my real freedom of thought/ it hits you like red hot fire Indian shot/ you felt the shock after/ call it a after shock/ no bad talk/ stop the shit talking/ when i grab the mic/ i rip it/ its an earth quake when the barz hit/ i ain't clowning around/ skip the punchlines/ i jump up to raw/ -------------------------------------------------------------------- i jump to raw/ no conclusion/ bad talk,no/ don't jump to conclusions/ the concussions are unbearable/ boy i'm a multi syllable mastermind/ oh lord i need a savior/ i walk on egg shells bout to crack underneath the ice/ sh/ if u make a sound i need a way out/ waking up a monster insi itde/ on the outside he's cool calm and killed/ am i the psycho/ every time a dude isn't a win i say no goal/ rip yo off a throne/ hope the tooth pick falls and snaps off/ i'm the assassin of the hit man/ STACS My lyrics be personal Sometimes I don't understand em I sit and I work a few hours Then it's back to rapping Back to pacin Back to the lab Back inside the basement Back gainst the wall Watch me back em down Facts I'm back to racing Against all odds I hear others rap And I'm losing patience They swear to God But don't pray Alot Man them niggas faking I been so thourough Without my bourough Behind me either I'm raining hell Every chance I get Fire out your speakers I'm living well And my competions Not ready neither They wish me well But they'll probably tell If let them feature I'm nice off top And my written hot Like they caught a fever But these are personal lyrics To turn you all Believers