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(Aye) Aye I just gotta learn to keep my head low When I'm breaking in ya house I ain't gone make a sound when I creep Through the mothafuckin' window Drag ya body out ya bed By the morning you'll be dead Chopped up, never said Drinking hella gin to forget the pain Never pray cause I won't get the better days Feel the pain in several ways I don't be around so get away Murderous thoughts all in my head, yea it's time to play It's Jack the Ripper, back to get ya We gone slash your figure Aim for your liver My kay stay attached its like a sticker The codiene sipping, 40 gripping maniac With no brain attached, I'm quick to lose it, hope you staying back (Aye) This a 187 Bitch don't blow my cover (Aye, aye) Fuck a quick death Ima make you sit and suffer (Aye, aye) In ya dreams like Freddy You better stay ready (Aye, aye) Keep the machete Swinging at you, coming steady (Aye, aye) See me coming through the forest Bitch you stay running I'll bite the head off of a bat And kill my prey hunting Bodies in the trunk We zooming if the jakes coming Ready to chop you up I'm out in night and day hunting (See me coming through the forest Bitch you stay running I'll bite the head off of a bat And kill my prey hunting Bodies in the trunk We zooming if the jakes coming Ready to chop you up I'm out in night and day hunting) Yeah This a 187 Bitch don't blow my cover (Aye, aye) Fuck a quick death Ima make you sit and suffer (Aye, aye) In ya dreams like Freddy You better stay ready (Aye, aye) Keep the machete Swinging at you, coming steady (Aye, aye)