Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too "Freaky Tales (Biatch!) Having creepy of whiskey drinking And envisioning sneaking into Christie Brinkley dwells I know this is risky thinking but I stick her like she's decals But when murdering pay attention to these details or you could be derailed Better at least three layers of clothing or be in jail If you get because your DNA'll Be all up under her Man, he you, I don't think he cares He gives a fuck, even his pinky Three burstin' out of me, please beware Her TV blares, can't hear the creaking She's unaware in no underwear, she's bare around and screams, I remember distinctly I "I'm here to do sink repairs" her up, put her body parts In of Steven Avery's trailer and leave 'em there
But hey man, I was I know what this looks like, Please just me one minute I I can explain I ain't murdered I know words are so nutty But I'm just here to How come your shirt is so There's a missing person, so what? Got to do with me I'm almost I was framed
Woke up, it was dawn, musta somethin' was wrong I'm becomin' a monster 'cause of the drugs that I'm on Donald Duck's on, there's a Tonka in the yard But dog, how the is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car? Gotta get to the of it to try to solve it Must go above and beyond, 'cause it's upon me Plus I feel responsible for the dumb little blonde Girl, motherfuckin' baton twirler that got dumped in the pond Second murder no recollection of it Collectin' newspaper articles, cuttin' out from it Memory's too fucked to remember, destructive Cut my public defender's jugular stuck him up in a blender dismembered toddler discovered this winter probably 'Cause I disassembled the Was covered up in the snow since the of November oddly I'm wanted for Them son of a bitches probably wanna pin this on me
But hey man, I was I what this looks like, officers Please give me one minute I think I can I ain't nobody I these words are so nutty But I'm just here to How come your shirt is so There's a person, so what? He's Got to do with me I'm almost certain I was
Still on the loose, me inside McDonald's Tuesday In a Toronto Blue Jays cap, lookin' like college roommate With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Boucher Or was it Cool J? The is on a goose chase escaped from the state pen For eight women who hate men Don't make it no weirder, I'm When I break in basement Under your baby's play pen, I lay in, wait Facin' the door, remainin' patient stayin' complacent Blatant sexual implications are continuin' to get Insinuations are placed in little and poems on your pillow in hopes, that when you get home You'll get the hint, ho: I'm in your But it never occurred to me I describe a murder scene In a verse and be charged with first 'Cause it just to match up perfectly the massacre or the Burger King burglary No, officer, you see...
I was I know what this like, officers Please give me one minute I think I can I murdered nobody I these words are so nutty But I'm just here to How come your shirt is so There's a missing person, so what? Got to do with me I'm certain I was framed