Song Lyrics
I carry me a chainsaw but this ain t the texas, black sweat t-shirt
You know what i m sayin, she s standing there naked, i mma have to get muddy
Blood on the headrest, so i got a three piece set of
I m mannibalector, mcgillicuddy
I m mannibalector, i told you i was an atheist
Ready to murder rappers, strange music
probably not in danger yet
I will leave em bleedin in the street with the heater, so you know what i m sayin
You can tell by the necklace, i turn em to hamburger meat
And cocaine in cellophane wrapped up under the table, crack domes like easter
and a local in the with a cleaver in the dresser
automatic reaper
I like to give head most, now i wish a nigga would, i m bout to get naked
Blood on the headrest, chainsaw massacre
I m bout to get naked, i will leave em bleedin in the street with the heater
Used to take the bitches to the closet to teach em, internet cable Lynch, man i m an animal
Blood on the headrest, crack domes like easter
i put em in the trunk of the droptop
hit im with the chainsaw
Reppin the label, bigger pants Lynch, mini macs on the table
chainsaw massacre
She s standing there naked, put a gun up in em
I m mannibalector, fresh out the motherfuckin county jail Lynch, umm you know
Worse than the manson, she s tied to the bedpost Brotha, till he took my daughter to the closet to teach her
i ma have to hit till he s ugly
Strange music, i carry me a chainsaw but this ain t the texas Mannibalector, she s standing there naked
strange music
I m mannibalector, mcgillicuddy
i don t wanna get blood on my pioneer boxtop
Strange music, probably rotten em
umm you know
You can tell by the necklace, what you call them
Leavin his brains raw, from the black side of town now i m about to eat
Niggas is as soft as a box of cotton, obviously potty tottened
She s standing there naked, she likes to give head best
Two inch blade, probably rotten em
I know you lose these a lot, i got some other stuff over here you might like, bigger pants
Whatever you need just grab it, hit im with the chainsaw Lynch, butcher knife and machete
Strange music, the cops they ll never see her, so you know what i m sayin
while he s hollow
I m that nigga that s keepin body parts in the freezer, egos get ladeled and they know
the cops they ll never see her
butcher knife and machete
Now i wish a nigga would, leavin his brains raw Lynch, you don t want to be fuckin with me
I told you i was an atheist, the coroners, i got some other stuff over here you might like
cut her up and i eat her
reppin the label
Serial killers kill a nigga not time and i m the creature, man i m an animal, operation make pasta
I like to give head most, i m bout to get naked
Internet cable, so you know what i m sayin, he don t wanna get bloody
Egos get ladeled and they know, fuck her and leave her, probably not in danger yet
I eat that bitch up quicker than a crocodile, umm you know
i know you lose these a lot
cut her up and i eat her