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letra de psycho (unfinished) - zachary hill

[verse]
ayo i’m zac, you can tell i’m mistaken
i’m gonna drive a wooden stake in
your body, or at least a full-blown poor jamaican
i’m gonna beat my meat to some mcdonald’s eggs and bacon
i’m finally awaken
i’ll make your while body shaken
your spine i’m breakin’
slashin’ your motherf-ckin’ throat like i’m jason
i’ll be by your side just like i’m adjacent
isn’t it clear
that i wanna stab you with a motherf-ckin’ spear?
everybody’s gonna see it
they’ll take a look at my p-n-s
and they’ll clap their hands just to f-cking cheer
when i said clappin’ i wasn’t talkin’ about cheeks
here’s a fact that you didn’t know about me
my height right now is five-foot-three
you didn’t know that, it’s a guarantee
i’m just tryna rhyme
for the sake of using this twisted mind of mine
i’m goin’ full roycе like i’m five-nine
i’m gonna takе my c-ck and b-lls and they’re gonna intertwine, yeah
i gotta chill out
before anybody thinks i’m a complete clown
how ’bout you get down in your knees and pray
i wasn’t talkin’ about head, no, that’s pretty g-y (g-y!)
i’m not here to make jokes
although i’m kinda funny
i’ll knock you out, sit you down
until i make your memory a little fuzzy
i’m sayin’ that i’m gonna brainwash you
make you believe that you’re steve harvey: the host of family feud
you’ll go back to normal, someday
can’t even pick you up, d-mn b-tch, how much do you weigh?
like three-hundred pounds?
i’m gonna shoot many rounds
into your stomach, but they just keep absorbin’
i don’t think that bullets’ll be workin’
[end of recording]
[unrecorded lyrics]
so i go to my last resort
make you run all the way to my fort
hey! you’re partic-p-ting in a sport
at least it’s one of some sort
you get to the crib
realize how many f-cked up things i did
i and this planned since october 2nd
but i’m finally gettin’ to it on christmas
speaking of the holiday: i got a gift
how the h-ll could you resist?
as soon as you open it you get p-ssed
it’s only a coupon to get a facelift
you chase me some more
i’m gonna bring you to a grocery store
oh shut, never mind, it’s a 7/11
when you die, you’re not gonna go to heaven
or h-ll, as a matter of fact
if you look in my pants, you’ll see i’m pretty packed
if you open your mitt you’re gonna get slapped
or worse, i’ll f-ckin’ make you handicapped

[interlude/outro]
come here, b-tch!
oh, oh, oh, oh sh-t
[a 2nd verse was never recorded (and barely written)]

- zachary hill

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