Come and get your wig split by the young slasher The killer with wicked ways, and I got a motherfucking axe I put it right into your back, you shake and shiver and drop to the floor where you at Into my knife with a violent splat Fuck with the maniac who 'bout to snap Death lies at the end of the tracks I stay with my pack I pack the mag in the gat, then I pull that fucker back And let it rip like a Beyblade That shit it go bang, bang The kid with the blade and the chains gonna exhange your life for a check Guess it might not be in your best interest to be fuckin' around with the Death, boy Pullin' out the weapon to sharpen, then darkness consumes me and I take your breath, boy Guess it might not be what I thought that it was, left some motherfucker [?] dead, boy See you creepin' out of bed, boy I got goons that keep the lead, boy Fuck the dumb shit that you said, boy I bring motherfucking death, boy I got some methods of taking your life, I don't even gotta make a mess, boy I got that anger inside of me, been here since I was a little motherfucker I been had the vision, that's been how I livin' You basic as fuck, I don't play with no flex, boy Take you back home to the flame Devil man gonna meet you at the stake Bloodstains up on my grave No pain, I carry the rain Drops fallin' from my face Off the [?] in my razor blade Walls cavin' in Want fame, wanna pull the string Want some golden things Want a soul to claim On the way to a slower death The Death lookin' for a soul to prey Pray for safety Pray for me