When The Criminally Insane Rhyme...
Murder motherfuckers cuz that's all I wanna do...
Swallow up their souls so I can say I own em too.
Taste the sour succulence that misery and pain provide...
Swirl it round my mouth to let the residue reside.
Confide, in my priest, and let loose all my sins...
Then kill the man of God, to start all over again.
Can't have any witnesses, or peeps that know about...
Any of my murders, cuz that endangers reasonable doubt.
So kill and kill again, repetition drives this man...
Forced to jot rhymes cuz I've killed everyone who understands.
Why I must do this, why I'm driven to inflict the worst...
It would seem I'm obsessed, with doing unto them first.
The Golden Rule applies, my masticated mind warps it...
I must keep them from doing unto me with multiple throat slits.
I know they're all out there, uncaring while staring...
Plotting my death, last breath, with torture so despairing.
Conspiracies abound, for reasons only I'm privvy to...
Like knowing that Napoleon, never died at Waterloo.
And that JFK is still living and giving, it was all a hoax...
He's actually still in office, and you all fell for that big joke!
X File sounding's certainly resounding, but I'm determined...
To proving that I'm right, while killing all the evil vermin.
They wanna shut me up, and skulk in hallways behind me...
Then plead for their lives with claims of just being neighborly.
I don't buy it, so don't try it, I know your evil plot...
So I'll kill to survive and I've already killed alot.
In fact the stench is bad, permeatting walls even...
Good thing next door's vacant, thanks to all my cleavin.
Relocation repetition, another apartment laid to waste...
No clues left strewn, because fire engulfs the place.
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man, to borrow a line from Chris...
Cuz you're in Big trouble by knowing too much, if you're reading this.
So lemme look into you, jot and track your ISP...
Cuz now I know you're one of them, and are out to get me.
Why'd you have to do this? This board was like a temple...
No, I never worshipped here, but felt safe, it's just that simple.
But you ruined it reading this! You fuck! I hate you now...
I so look forward to finding, and butcherng you like a cow!
Bathe in your blood, in order to cleanse my soul...
Lady MacBeth tried to wash it off, I'll wear it like a coat.
But under my clothes, and when it dries it kinda itches...
But discomort's a comfort cuz all my lives have been bitches.
Reincarnated to be incarcerated, nah, I'll avoid...
Because as long as I'm hunted, it's murder I'll exploit.
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