Mr. Killa Stank Stank (Knife Sleep)

     “I spill blood like the rains in Africa
Flaying of the flesh on any motherfucka,
      “Getting joy when my victim tries to run
A screwdriver to the head-now their ass is done,

      “Personally, I love the knife-fuck the gun
Close up, looking in their life leaving eyes is carnival fun,
      “At those moments I can feel their departing soul
Along with the smell of their exiled shit filling my nose,

      “Consider me that dark Santa you don’t wanna see
My family Christmas gift is a killing murder spree,
      “Leaving decapitated heads under a feces covered tree
Each marinating in its own bucket of catheterized pee,  

      “To my last breath I’m always in rape mode
That’s why I shit on life like I was on the commode,
      “Compassion is like a blown bulb-it’s never on
Especially with the traumatization I experienced at home,

      “As a young child I wondered why mama moaned nonstop
Then one night I opened her bedroom door to a shock,
      “My body shook and my brain went numb
At that moment watching my mama’s pussy overloaded with cum,

      “To this day I can’t even enjoy a piece of pussy
Because my mama’s creampie memory stays constantly with me,
      “Grabbing my dick in substitution, I try to masturbate
The denied pleasure sends me into a psychotic killing state,

      “From punks bitches to motherfuckas there is no escape
Even the young are side-dished on my murderous plate,
      “And my pain and suffering is like a bottomless stomach
So, if I live or die my attitude is straight fuck it,

      “My mind is twisted, deadly and delicious
With a hyena mentality that’s STD fucking vicious,
      “I’m a contribution to all life like a cancerous cyst
Because forever killing motherfuckas is always on my wish list”.