The Otha Side

It's the master wicked Terror creepin' in ya kitchen
Takin' pictures of your bitch then dippin' with a vengeance
I'll slice you and dice you, entice you to get loose
Then stitch you back together with the laces from ya dads boots

I'm the super cooch cougar
Fingerin' ya mom inside tha uber
Going backwards
Fuck backwoods
I'm pullin' on a flask full of premium gas
In the back of ya class rockin' an all black ski mask

Comin' with the shits that make you vomit
I see you on my dick well hop up off it
I'm solo dolo for the profit
She make my cock spit
(Who tho?) Ya bitch do yo
She on my boat right now let's see if she can float

I'm sick in the head, twisted like a dread
Terror comin' back from the dead
With a baggie full of lead and red lasers
Settin' fire to ya neighbors
Immune to tazers
Cut ya throat and then I eat the razor

I'm on the other side
Drank too much bleach finally I died
Every time you look into the sky
You will see my eyes
Starin' back at you
With a .32 cocked
5 knives in my shoes
And a holographic mew-two

I'm on the other side
Popped too many pills thought I'd never die
Fuckin' the reality I left behind
There is no after life just another knife
Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya
Attic plannin' when he's next attackin'

The pathologic deranged homicidal prophet
Obnoxious enough to stash a kilo in the cockpit
I got that sick shit ya hoe be fuckin' with
Knuckle bust ya lip
On an acid trip with all my lasers on my hip

Call me king koopa the chemical abusa
I'm pullin' up on ya ass with the .44 to shoot ya
'Cuz I got the juice like bishop
Comin' to fix your bitches makeup
Then make her hiccup in ya bed before ya wake up

I'm goin' off like a mothafuckin' sprinkler
Make ya knees weak before I cut you with a cleaver
And put ya body in my back pack
Strapped with a fat gat
And a dead cat hangin' from my fanny pack

Doin' about a hundred with you in the trunk
Now hold on tight becuz I'm bout to hit this gnarly speed bump
Hear you scream and beg for mercy but I told you not to snitch
If you actin' like a bitch, you get fucked like a bitch

I'm on the other side
Drank too much bleach finally I died
Every time you look into the sky
You will see my eyes
Starin' back at you
With a .32 cocked
5 knives in my shoes
And a holographic mew-two

I'm on the other side
Popped too many pills
I thought I'd never die
Fuckin' the reality I left behind
There is no after life just another knife
Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya
Attic plannin' when he's next attackin'