America, the beautiful America, the murderer America, the funeral America, God bless America They just scared 'cause they don't understand us Give me my freedom Run from these demons Please don't give 'em a reason

Wishing you never heard of a (Psycho bitch) Bitch will make you murderous, she's a (Psycho bitch) Psycho breedin', believe it (Psycho bitch) Don't pack nothing, just leave it (Psycho bitch) She can be peaceful, and people that's peepin' they see this

Our deeds have traveled far What we have been is what we are All that we learn this time (what we have been is what we are) Is carried beyond this life Headline: "murder, young girl killed Desperate shooting at echo's hill Dreadful ending, killer died

Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone Rec League, I ain't payin' to ball Y'all B-string like a broke guitar And I still put it down like the family dog Yeah, I murder some, I murder one Explain it all, Ferguson We ain't gotta sing the same

You thought it was over; it's not over I'll be back; I brought my axe In the shadows, alone in the dark Young victims I stalk I'll be back From the grave To mutilate Axed in the back Pick through the neck

Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I pull up roll the window down and I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it Wet a nigga block and watch them

I know what this looks like, officers Please just give me one minute I think I can explain I ain't murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty But I'm just here to entertain How come your shirt is so bloody? There's a missing person, so what? He's

There's blood on my hands I can see blood all over my hands The longer you lay next to me the further I ran The longer you stay close to me the further I ran Wake up in the middle of the semi of the night With some tears on my pillow and this blood on my

Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted murder Nigga, I'm trying to murk you when I come back busting Nigga, my gun go off - don't try to say I'm

Spawn of the wretched, born of the rape Dawn of the murdering beasts of hate Spawn of the wretched cunt defiled The wretched spawn, inherently vile Conceived through rape A vicious brood Ravaging intercourse Penetrate with force