| Breaking news this morning out of Detroit |
| Where police say a man was stabbed on East 8 Mile |
| Right near John R |
| Police say the man walked across the street into Hazel Park |
| Where he was taken into the hospital and died |
| more information to us |
| Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab |
| Like I won’t take a knife |
| Bitch, you ain’t safe if you’re out tonight |
| Look out the window, I’m right outside |
| Creepin' and checkin' the locks on the doors |
| And make sure that your shit is tight |
| I am the maniac, I’m on a mission |
| And something just isn’t right |
| You’re still breathing, I’m still believing |
| Your insides look better when outside |
| Blood in my face and my eyes |
| I see red as I let the knife dive |
| What will be left of the dead, and who will survive? |
| Gone like a swimmer |
| Professional or even a beginner dives |
| Swing so hard that I knock the spine until the shiver |
| Once alive then dump 'em in the river |
| Let it float like a cornflake |
| 'Til it sog up and it sink to the bottom of the bowl |
| Wasn’t good for you, for your sake |
| When I start stabbing, I’m just fucked around and lost all control |
| Hang 'em upside down from the shower head in the bathtub |
| Let 'em drip, drip, drip, drip |
| Finger paint on the walls with the blood |
| That’s some sick shit, it’s so twisted |
| My mind’s eye is blinking, all my consciousness left |
| I need a knife in both my hands and stab my problems to death |
| I’ll slice and cut ya the fuck up and die and bleed out slow |
| Enough’s enough, pull out my knife and stab 'em straight in the throat |
| You say we’re back, but we never left |
| (We never left) Right? (Right?) So like |
| Fuck what you said, you’re irrelevant |
| Look at my knife |
| This is hella bent like I’ve been stabbing an elephant |
| Standing in puddles of blood is my element |
| How did they get to your soul if you wasn’t selling it? |
| I don’t believe how you telling it, so |
| I’ma just keep on rebelling it, ho |
| Think that I’m not when I’m well in control |
| 'Cause I’m covered in blood from my head to my toe |
| From the cutting and slicing and stabbing |
| I just keep and jabbing and jabbing, I know |
| How can I keep with the laughing |
| At so many verbal murders, in the booth, I’m a pro |
| Everybody in your crew gotta go |
| Assassin on the mic, vocal chords a knife |
| At your door tonight, can’t ignore the fight |
| Serial killer mentality, prey on your vanity |
| I don’t do this shit for salary |
| Got 'em all thinking, how can it be |
| This is the family, we are the murder academy |
| Know if you battle me, I come equipped with a cavarly |
| So fucking Mick with no Mallory |
| My mind’s eye is blinking, all my consciousness left |
| I need a knife in both my hands and stab my problems to death |
| I’ll slice and cut ya the fuck up and die and bleed out slow |
| Enough’s enough, pull out my knife and stab 'em straight in the throat |
| Broke my fucking knife again, damn, I need another one |
| No one’s on my side and then bodies start to stack |
| I’ma fill the cemetery, stab 'em, stab 'em 'til they die |
| I’ma fill the cemetery, stab 'em, stab 'em 'til they die (Because I) |
| Broke my fucking knife again, damn, I need another one |
| (My mind’s eye is blinking, all my consciousness left) |
| No one’s on my side and then bodies start to stack |
| (I need a knife in both my hands and stab my problems to death) |
| I’ma fill the cemetery, stab 'em, stab 'em 'til they die |
| (I'll slice and cut it the fuck up and die and bleed out slow) |
| I’ma fill the cemetery, stab 'em, stab 'em 'til they die |
| (Enough's enough, pull out my knife and stab 'em straight in the throat) |