[Verse 1] Creepy crawling, in your crib Were comin to kill Catch you while you sleep Wake up to a gun in your grill Doing Satans business Tie you up, hang you, strangle you .22 cal bang, bang you Mephisto with a pistol on methadrine crystal Give me all the money To me youre less than shit stool Juxed 51 times, women screaming Blood everywhere Bound and gagged, in fear in your stare Beg for your life Break the gun handle on your skull Take a jagged knife Then like an animal indulge In nonstop stabbing trife Puncture pregnant bitch, rupture arteries My horrific cult of vultures Butchering, no remorse, bludgeoning Slit your throat, gushing like a flushed toilet, now your hunched My infamous psycho posse Tagging pig up on the door in blood You cant stop me from [Chorus] Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing Until you die Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and My cult keeps Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing Viciously! Stab you to death! Gunshot [Verse 2] Face down on the bed Pillow case over your head Lamp cord choked Leave everyone in the place dead Knife to your chest, your colon flexes Slashing the word war in your solar plexus Were piranhas get you prepped for embalmers Youre pleading, bleeding profusely in your pajamas Attacking my prey like a starving hawk Jux ya buttocks with an ox and a carving fork Senseless crime, no motive Sacred deed Shock the world, make em stand up and take heed Needle tracks on my arm Influenced by Beatles tracks Doing your fetal sac harm Patty, do something witchy later Helter skelter in blood on the refrigerator Exit, me and my vicious accomplices Hitchhike back to the ranch Mission accomplished [Chorus] Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing Until you die Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and My cult keeps Stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing Viciously! Stab you to death! Gunshot [Charles Manson interview sample] What the hell I wanna go off and go to work for? Work for what? Money? I got all the money in the world. Im the king, man. I run the underworld, guy. I decide who does what and where they do it at. What am I gonna run around like some teeny bopper somewhere for someone elses money? I make the money man, I roll the nickels. The game is mine [?]
stabbing, cult, viciously, money, gunshot