life of a skitzo

wake up in a bed covered in red
looked to my side saw my bitch was dead
all on the floor were knifes and tourture insturments
i felt her arm and she was cold
eyes blood shot with no pulse
should i call the cops... hell no
i take her to the tub and hack off her limbs
pour acid on her face knowing she wont feel again
Im a skitzo freak lunitic killa
can never be a winna
im a skitzo freak lunitc killa
rideing again in my black sedan
looking for hoes to fuck
and add their eyes to my collection
i nail them to the wall they follow around asking why as i choke another bitch out
not saying a word as i feel their curves
will i say i luv them...what nerve
i hit and quit it then bash in their teeth
then wash my hands off in the kitchen sink
Im a skitzo freak lunitic killa
crazier then any thrilla
smokein on a j as i clean the blood stains
if i rung the sheets out it look like unholy rain
been down with the clown forever dude and my killing is never thru