I heard that you think I need mental help, you should help yourself
Blades inside her fucking ribs, and get off to her cries of help
I know that I'm a fuckin' sicko, but there's nothing I can change
That is why you couldn't stop me with a bullet to the brain
I love my cleaver and machete
Jab it up inside and watch his lungs go pop just like Confetti
Grab his body, drag it down, throw his carcass in the Chevy
Take his nails off, make him stare at me, he won't forget me
Yeah, I'm Picasso with the cleaver, paint the wall red
No coincidence, they talk about me, next day they all found dead
Yeah, I'm Picasso with the cleaver, paint the wall red
No coincidence, they talk about me, next day they all found dead
And that boy better stop yakkin' out his neck before I noose it up
I can hear him crying, heard he wants the ropes all loosened up
Who are you to criticise me, pussy? You don't do enough
Who are you to criticise me, pussy? You don't do enough
New rocks to his face, I kick his teeth in
Body bag hanged by his porch, his parents asking what's the reason
I'm a creature, stick my teeth in
Your man's just folded, you should leave him
He talks back then we delete him, buy a bowl to put your teeth in
Is that a fucking chainsaw?
I want to stab you in the face
I heard that you think I need mental help, you should help yourself
Blades inside her fucking ribs, and get off to her cries of help
I know that I'm a fuckin' sicko, but there's nothing I can change
That is why you couldn't stop me with a bullet to-