8corpses - Creepshow Lyrics

Bitch
I’m the tatted creeper
Suicidal reaper
Behemoth stoned cracker
Make you meet your maker
Master manipulator
Social Engineering Hacker
Avid scary motherfucker
Leavin people taking cover
Feelin like the DC Sniper
Wanna rampage
Child molestors
Most of y’all are faker
then a catfish on tinder
I’m a danger
Filled with anger
Barometric Switch
Imma blow you up bitch
I’m a Maniac
Insomniac
Carry burden
Like a piggyback
I will never be the Zodiac
I’m just a discrete psychopath
I don’t talk about my intentions
Just for attention
With a wrath
Imma find you
And say
Nice to meet ya
But that’s really code for
It’s time for murda
Imma let it spray
And I’m not talking canisters
I’ll leave your carcass on display
Like a science project in 4th grade
An assortment of chopped up body parts
Then I can I say,
I’m really doing street art
Long story short
I’d love to try a different kind of tag
And put your ass in a body bag
But there ain’t no tag backs
Cause motherfucker you gon have a toe tag
Your body is your temple
So Imma shoot it up
9mm to my dome
Cause I don’t give a fuck
Use all the hair on your head
To mop up the floor
Swipe that blood
Back and forth
I got this psychosis
And it’s only getting worse
I’m the type to bomb
Your fuckin hearse
Like a grand finale firework
You ain’t really living if you don’t hurt
Cause I don’t think you’d know the difference
If you didn’t learn
Rip out your eyes and turn your life into
A game of Marco Polo
The Freak motherfucker psycho
You know how it go
It’s a creepshow

Bitch
I’m the tatted creeper
Suicidal reaper
Behemoth stoned cracker
Make you meet your maker
Master manipulator
Social Engineering Hacker
Avid scary motherfucker
Leavin people taking cover
Feelin like the DC Sniper
Wanna rampage
Child molestors
Most of y’all are faker
then a catfish on tinder
I’m a danger
Filled with anger
Barometric Switch
Imma blow you up bitch
I’m a Maniac
Insomniac
Carry burden
Like a piggyback
I will never be the Zodiac
I’m just a discrete psychopath
I don’t talk about my intentions
Just for attention
With a wrath
Imma find you
And say
Nice to meet ya
But that’s really code for
It’s time for murda
Imma let it spray
And I’m not talking canisters
I’ll leave your carcass on display
Like a science project in 4th grade
An assortment of chopped up body parts
Then I can I say,
I’m really doing street art
Long story short
I’d love to try a different kind of tag
And put your ass in a body bag
But there ain’t no tag backs
Cause motherfucker you gon have a toe tag
Your body is your temple
So Imma shoot it up
9mm to my dome
Cause I don’t give a fuck
Use all the hair on your head
To mop up the floor
Swipe that blood
Back and forth
I got this psychosis
And it’s only getting worse
I’m the type to bomb
Your fuckin hearse
Like a grand finale firework
You ain’t really living if you don’t hurt
Cause I don’t think you’d know the difference
If you didn’t learn
Rip out your eyes and turn your life into
A game of Marco Polo
The Freak motherfucker psycho
You know how it go
It’s a creepshow