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I'm in your room right now your screaming for help

Anxiety attack so you piss on yourself

And you pray to god that one of your neighbors can help you

But that won't happen I'm helter skelter

In my lobby, they can't find me

I'm not a maniac, I'm a zombie

I'mma rap about some neo nazi

Bitch you better call on god or gandhi

Better hope Jesus come baptize you

Because I'm about to come rape or sodomize you

Keep doing that until I realize you

Dead from the sound boom when I pound you

I'm a night stalker, catching bitches walking after dark in parks

Hit that corner, then they're gone

They can't call for help because I took their phone

Using up minutes, use them to call my homies just to tell them that I'm in it

Bitch I dare you to scream

Haven't you heard of sarah? That's me

I made that bitch my milk tits

I was dressed up like lisa simpson

Put her to sleep, quick in my hilton

Now I'm bout to change your name to ruth wilson

Voices in my head I kill them

Amityville insanity pill

I can't swallow my cavities

They're strictly from these casualties

That's really good with ham and cheese

Load them up on craigslist

My email address is

How-you-doing-my-name-is-tyler, and you're a dead bitch

(First)

(Aye, aye, aye,aye)

Run bitch, run!

(Howl)

You better run, bitch