Kill the radio, he killed the radio
Today in new dealer's stock
Truck over turned, what they call it was a roll over accident,
It was a dump truck,
Debris in the roadway, east bound, and west bound
It's acid rap Ohh yeaaaah
I've seen many bloody bodies in my life time,
Now I'm on the prowl, and it's night time
Son of the wicket, I kick it,
Five fingers of death,
I can taste the smell of blood as you're losin' you're breath,
Nine bodies floatin' in the river,
This the type of shit that make ya shiver, when I deliver,
The first dead body on your door step,
When you open up the door, the body falls on the floor
The bigger they are, the harder the fall,
Then their head pops off and rolls down the hall
Blood stains all on my shoe strangs,
Two bodies swingin' in the back, and they hang,
From a tree butt naked,
Three lives are gone, and the fourth I must take it
The fourth body, just mutilated,
Every bone was broken in the body, when they x-rayed it
I gotta cravin' for some red rum,
So I went to the store, saw the clerk, and got me some,
One person found dead in the liquor store,
A mass murderer, five murders or more
Now I'm workin' on my sixth one,
I kill bitches with my bare hands, mutha fuck a gun
Beat a bitch with a bat, til she stop breathin',
Then rush the bloody body to receivin',
Seven and eight, came like a double date,
I stabbed 'em both in the heart, with a wooden stake
Like the bitch was a fuckin' vampire,
Lit the fuse, and set they soul on fire
Number nine
This my own life,
It was found, with a nine to the head
And I'm dead, and I'm dead,
No, you're dead,
Call the cops,
Shit, somebody call the cops