Danimal Lector, Jarren Benton - Heads In My Bookbag lyrics

Deadly assassin, grip a machete
You're ready? I'm askin'
Steadily slashin' and stabbin'
In an agressive fashion 'til
Your heads detached
And forget laughin', my friends are gaspin'
I'm like, "Look at this!"
Then took a pic to send
To my penpal in Aspen, fuck rappin'
I prefer killing more
Spill a whore's blood on the rug
Redrum, I'm just chillin', bored
In a silver Ford with this
Sword that's huge and dull
Looking for human skulls
Isn't life beautiful?
Pockets full of PED's and a gram of haze
Like dammit Ray, I demand you pay
For this fucking deer antler spray
Hotter than Tampa Bay, you can't relate
I'm too dope your bars ain't hard, retard
You're a huge joke
Reality check, don't try to battle the best
I'll shatter your chest, fuck a challenge
That's a threat
I avidly collect body parts in my bookbag
So look, fag, don't make me make you look bad

What the fuck are you looking at?
I could whoop that ass right now
No looking back matter of fact
I'mma leave with your head in my bookbag
Then show all of my friends
And have a good laugh

I got heads in my duffell bag
I fuck her and call a cab
You don't gotta go home bitch
Get the fuck up out of my pad
Get the fuck up out of here, Dad, I'm grown
I ain't doing chores
I'm relaxing this fucking weekend
I'll smoke and sip a few Coors
Illest nigga around
I stick my dick in the ground
Like fuck the world
Go jump in a pool of piss and drown
I'm a weirdo, I'm a loner
Guess I smoked my life away
My brain is fried just like I
Stuck my head inside the microwave
Yeah, I like fat, white women
That can cut up watermelon
Clean and cook fried chicken
Mr benton, that's the name
I stick a prick inside a flame
Or a gas oven up most of you rappers
Your gay, I heard the fags love 'em
Dap you, like, "What up, dawg?"
Then slap you you damn stan
Fuck you and you're little brother Matthew
I heard your girl blowin' dudes
For a Scooby snack
Decapitate you then I put your
Head inside my Louie bag

What the fuck are you looking at?
I could whoop that ass right now
No looking back matter of fact
I'mma leave with your head in my bookbag
Then show all of my friends
And have a good laugh

Huh, whatcha lookin' at, ya hoodrat?
I'm crazy, I shouldn't have
This hood and mask, and bookbag
But maybe, you'll look back to the 80's
I was cooking crack as a baby
I grew up to be a screw up
Can you actually blame me?
Started rapping daily mainly to
Focus my anger you know
The danger when approaching a stranger
I'll slit your throat with a broken hanger
So give me ten feet of your dead meat
More or less get on your knees and give
Me that head, but see, no oral sex
I'm referring to your cranial cavity
Then I'm filleting your remains
Re-arranging your anatomy
Don't hate or be mad at me
I'm just a maniac with a fixation
You're a bitch, hatin suck my dictation
Heartless rhymes, come from hard times
I'm actin' like shit's all fine
Stealin' your mind, cause I lost mine
So don't be fooled, I look cool
But you'll be left for dead what are you
Special ed? Who don't love gettin' head?

What the fuck are you looking at?
I could whoop that ass right now
No looking back matter of fact
I'mma leave with your head in my bookbag
Then show all of my friends
And have a good laugh