Bodybag
Presented By: Ike Ill.
Chapter 1:
Jeffrey Rampling; My first laugh
Way back when, I was nine... Carving pumpkins with a pocket knife
I sat still in my mother's lap, and she explained I hadn't laughed in my life
Thinking nothing of it, I carved on, though my mom's face was still crooked
We lived out in the open country, any chance for money; We took it
See it wasn't all bad, our family did have some good times in the end
School didn't pass eighth grade, and it was difficult to make a friend
Being in the middle of no where, I carved all day in heat wieldin' sun
Because we never ran out of pumpkins, my dad had a field of 'em
Eventually I became an expert, carving names with stains n' shit
Tic tac toe games, and picture frames, I slice away pains with it
I always had an unexplained interest in death, but I never did any harm
S'not like I learned it in school, just from slaughtering animals on the farm..
Sometimes I kept the cow eyes, or chicken feet with me so I could
Expect death to come in my room at night like the tooth fairy would
But he never did, this pissed me off, I got in fights with my mom
I'd tell her about my wet dreams of her, I didn't know it was wrong
"Half to death", my dad would say, because he beat me a lot, see
So I ran away, to the neighbor's farm.. Where I saw my first dead body
When glaring at it for hours, I caught on finally; of what it was
To mine and my mom's suprise, I couldn't stop laughing for months.
Chapter 2:
Fifth Base
It turns out my father had kicked me out, I pity our strife
So I knew I had to leave town and head to the city for life
It's hard, though I'm passing by, paying my rent every month n'
I live next to a lady with a young girl, we talk every now and then
Knowing me and her daughter are friends, I get to babysit her here
Now being nineteen, I admit, to others it does look a little weird
Giving her baths... I touch her, I like to let her know that I care
Spreading her five year old legs to rub a pussy with no hair...
She lets out a small moan, oh that voice, turns me on the most
I tell her we're playing an adult game, that only the two of us know
When her mother is out at target, we act like doctors as a sign
Of love, under her bed, the living room, and in mom's bed sometimes
I told her I had to leave real quick, I'll be back within' 30 minutes
And that I loved her, I'll lock all doors, windows to show no gimmick
Leaving with fifty bucks, I went to see a friend with practice
Of a lot of drugs, n' I had asked him if I could purchase some acid
Taking my leave from his house, I came home to her with shine
And a smile on my face, as I told her it was dinner time
I poored the LSD in, she ate... Being drugged up gave her a charm
Of loneliness, I shoved my knife in and giggled with her in my arms
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Chapter 3:
The Bodybag
I left this girl's house in a hurry, after I boxed her up
N' pulled her outside with a marking of "fragile" in my truck
We drove off, no one had a clue, when we passed the police
So we drove to the next city, just me and my rolled up sleaves
See I happened to get a job, in the fields, I still smirked
Anything that kept me from killing was best in my field of work
I ended in trouble with the boss, hard ass thought I was a liar
And I stole strawberries, which never happened, but I still got fired
I never meant to do any harm, at least to my best alarm
But no one liked me in the new place, so I had went home to my farm
Seeing no one there when I walked in... "mom, dad, are you here?"
Sitting still on the coffee table, was a warm, half way drank beer
Knowing they hadn't moved, I walked into the back room
Where my dad, beating my mom. flashbacks hit me too soon
I went out back, throwing fits, and picked up a sharp piece of wood
And busted in swinging at them both, anger, for me, wasn't good.
I ended up knocking out my mother, and stabbing dad in the chest
Driving off with them in a garbage wrap, to the place that I left
Both tightly secure, I put them in a grave labeled "Rampling"
And crawled in with them... giggling like a little girl
... We finally were a family
