I got the phat flavor for your brain you know the time check the wrath for real I'm going to get mine I blow up 15s in your neighborhoods Hide your decapitated body in the woods. my mental illness no cure enter my mind bodies litter the floor. only one way to be sure and it not to lock your door bodies shore to shore I'm fixated and I want more I might kill you while youre in a deep sleep. or might be a sniper who knocks on your back door. cut your eye lids off don't God forbid He can't help you with the that belt around you. Don't fucking sleep