Damn it feels good to be back I'm having a relapse How the hell did he manage To get more felony charges? He's already got life in jail Man, what the hell is his problem? Well to be honest the smell of these chronic leaves make me hella demonic They compelled me To kill this elderly man And i get these panic attacks Pop a xanax, relax Try to stick my fucking dick Inside a mannequins ass Then i get manic depressed And the orthodontist get gas masked Kick ass The first thing i'll put on is the mask Speaking of masks, man It aint to late to have a change of pace And take it off and show my face So you can see the things you face And slice you up And cook you after your murder By strangulation Thats bacon souffle You making aint you Well thank you jason There goes one more coma Due to blunt force trauma Just give me one more soma And i'll be done for it mama Go in the damn broom closet Another valium lost it Shovin the vacuums nozzle Down the bathroom faucet It seems like every day i get a little flakier The medication is making my hands a little shakier Hand me that 18 month old baby To shake him up It'll only take me a second to choke his trachea Breaking his neck in 80 some places Baby here shady comes lady He's got the razor ba-blades and the cha-cha-chainsaw-saw baby You b-b-blundering bumbling m-m-mumbling dumm dumms Yeah, here i come come you hear the rumbling, vrum vrum Theres something inside of that blue tarp And that drum drum A head and torso of someone Where'd it come from? Who's it belong to Maybe that girl with the long blond hair Who disappeared and left her cheerleader pom poms Clearly theres some'n wrong 'Cause she didn't come home Shes missing Where is she Something fishy is going on I guess he stuck the bitch with the pitchfork with the long prongs Now everybody get your dance on To my damn song C'mon