theman080
01-24-07, 07:45 PM
I'ma a night marauder, and ya ripe for slaughta...
Especially since I'm thirsty I'll entice ya falta...
You stumble to my doorstep, I'll snap ya threshold bytch
Handle the entrance to your fallopian, take that next zone quick
Shadows perform a service, keep my smokescreen locked
Creep to hoes in flocks, weed em out, hold & pop
Take everything sacred and blow its ash in ya face
Step on the subtle ember with a passionate pace
Spirit dismembered and severed wit ya time at my place
Upon ya exit remain pathetic and inclined to a state
Of damaged goods...fukk you, you shoulda hid wit ya set
Cuz I stalked you then I caught you, there's no innocence left
Take therapy fees wit you, plus a secret to tell
Or keep to yourself...
Just remember in your psyche that'll easily dwell
Every face contains some resemblance or a measure of pain
Birth mark shows that little peice of mind that you neva gon' gain
Since I entered ya frame, you always know that I'm present
Attentive on where ya headin, I'm still destined to set it
No cuffs ever touched my wrist, no rear-view surveillance
Just waitin around the block, appears your assailant...
Ya happiness is gone, attractive appearance appears thin
But in a minute I'ma fix it, give you an ear to ear grin
Knifeblade trace the sketch, with a delicate touch
Droolin like a starved mutt, can tell that ya fukked
My touch is the key to the pearly gates, left wit the kiss of death
Sinister wit my steps, unless I slip, I'm in it till death
Especially since I'm thirsty I'll entice ya falta...
You stumble to my doorstep, I'll snap ya threshold bytch
Handle the entrance to your fallopian, take that next zone quick
Shadows perform a service, keep my smokescreen locked
Creep to hoes in flocks, weed em out, hold & pop
Take everything sacred and blow its ash in ya face
Step on the subtle ember with a passionate pace
Spirit dismembered and severed wit ya time at my place
Upon ya exit remain pathetic and inclined to a state
Of damaged goods...fukk you, you shoulda hid wit ya set
Cuz I stalked you then I caught you, there's no innocence left
Take therapy fees wit you, plus a secret to tell
Or keep to yourself...
Just remember in your psyche that'll easily dwell
Every face contains some resemblance or a measure of pain
Birth mark shows that little peice of mind that you neva gon' gain
Since I entered ya frame, you always know that I'm present
Attentive on where ya headin, I'm still destined to set it
No cuffs ever touched my wrist, no rear-view surveillance
Just waitin around the block, appears your assailant...
Ya happiness is gone, attractive appearance appears thin
But in a minute I'ma fix it, give you an ear to ear grin
Knifeblade trace the sketch, with a delicate touch
Droolin like a starved mutt, can tell that ya fukked
My touch is the key to the pearly gates, left wit the kiss of death
Sinister wit my steps, unless I slip, I'm in it till death