trap house # 1

my mission started this weekend trap house number # 1 i was seeking  
i walk in sit down people are tweakin & geekin the jibber and jabber of banter doesn't set in
im on a misson trap house # 1 will soon be burning  
i look around at all the faces say fuck it  they can be tweaker torches  
smiling,  this is amusing but the smell of burnt flesh always bothered me  
i almost yaked up the first time i smelled burning human swine  
hair and nails are not a good combination when burning  
i wondered why the whole krew was staring at me  .
they were all smiling waiting for me to puke my guts up and laugh at me  
nope but close ,more than the knifing, and definitely more than the first shooting
the choking one kind of got me , but now i like watching eye vessel's pop while i squeeze tightly  
oooh the demons inside me harvesting souls they need to feed or they react inside me  
boiling over like red phosphorous and iodine crystals reacting with excess water  
melting the skin right off just like butter, no joke just like butter bearing bones you'll shudder,
so i get high moderating my self ,i cant get fucked up soon i will be playing with fire  
i look into eyes and listen to stories ,
people like me they say im funny but in my head i think which one should i save if any
i did i choose one i profiled the room  
and picked the lucky fucker who's now not in some earnn  
ok enough playing captain save a speed freak , ,ammonium  nitrate crude oil and water plant the seeds
but not with out my friends
magnesium aluminium and potassium nitrate binding the dark synth fire ,so hot now it burns white making ashes out of bones quickly
water evaporating before it can even get close ,
ahhh i should of made some thermite to i love the glow it makes melting thru cinder blocks like nothing at all ,
i told you fools i come from a nation of killers mad scientists with little morals ann ice gaint's we breed devils
 and to lucky speed freak # 1 who survived this, if you happen to ever read this
 close your eyes, hush hush just forget,
 remember i know where you live and who your mother is
, but since i made him watch and shit and how he was pissing his pants and cryin on my pant leg like a bitch ,
 i think he will be in therapy a good long while and of course in patient dont be stupid bitch  
jesus christ  that shit was fuckin sick even for an experienced soul painter taker souless son of a bitch
so many shades of red i cant remove
 off theses cold dead hands i write with now,
 to you