Inner Killa (feat. Stone Tha Profit)

It's December 20thizard, coldest day of the blizzard Chopped the head off a dumb nigga, putting hands up on my sister He fucked up, now he gon' wash up in a frozen river I'm the chosen sinner, the forgiven saint Meet my inner killer, make him walk the plank But before that, my wrath enacts, just to bring him pain Your misery's my gain, your agony is visceral Antagonizing rituals, tie you up Let the fucking rats attack your genitals Them niggas bite through metal What you think they do to winter clothes Pushing 20 pins in through your toes Your flaw has been exposed, stone is gone Now you're trapped inside the psychotic mind of Mr. Mad Malone Impale you with a plastic phone, casket closed But first we must rewind and remind ourselves of the fun we had watching Orson Welles Citizen Kane, while I stuck a pole, slow through your brain Deep enough just to make you wiggle You don't even wanna feel you Now you really less than mildew, little nigga, that's the ill truth I'm gone Deep dark thoughts, I'm feeling lost All I see is red, no, just dots Not connecting, lethal weapon Better stay away from me, that's your fucking blessing I've been stressing, living check by check Fuck that going neck by neck, chick by chick Sucking on my hips, need to get a grip to this thing they call life Am I hungry Am I even starving What am I, some type of Martian I beg your pardon Better back up, don't start it I lay your body in the ground Get in your car and get to parking 3 AM, that's the darkest 3 PM, like the father, get the crosses I'm exhausted from these demons in my head Gosh darn it, you just farted No, but if your conscience had a body that be it just be honest You don't want it, most wanted, most haunted Look in my eyes, you become sonic Hopping out fast inner killer, I'm that nigga Hopping out fast inner killer, I'm that nigga Yeah