[Hook] Now When You Make Me Click the grinch will come and you get buck [x16]
[Verse 1: Dylan Ross] I won’t stop till I’m dead I got this glock and imma bout to stay fed even if I have to shoot God in the head My favorite color is probably red I’m bucking bitches down and filling drainage ditches up with bloodshed Kill your only child in her bed especially facing deification In the air I feel you up with medication Catch you on the steps Face and look into the eyes of the mask As I force you to say your final goodbyes I’m getting eviler as I get older Hit the dash for the micro-cassette recorder to hear it over Shaking and shivering from paranoia When they ask me if I recognize this girl I say I need my lawyer She isn’t even underneath the soil This shit is hotter than the myriad of corpses Jeffrey Dahmer boiled And something tells me you don’t recognize the sound that well A pack of hollow tips barking at you like the hounds of hell
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Dylan Ross] I’ve been sinning ever since the beginning The ski mask on my face so when I make you suffer I make sure you can see me grinning Elderly people and women and children None can escape the wrath of Dylan as I exercise my melon peeling I’m addicted to stealing I got a [?] eleven in my brain so when I make a stang I make sure that you feel it I gotta feeling for the killing Cause it’s an obsession Get away clean as the forces of nature shrouds me with protection Busters better make Way and get to stepping If I catch ya slipping make you do a threesome with my Smith & Wesson I’m bout to break you off Break. Break. Break you off Tie you up and gently guide yo head right through my table salt So much blood you think I was influenced by bathing salts Deep in the woods I’m up to no good like a solitaire satan cult I did a course number I’m bout to make the forensic team feel like they stepped inside a Cannibal Corpse cover