Butcher's Lullaby

I'm sick in the head and yeah you know I'm a sick f*ck I'm walking like a dead cause you know that I kick pups Looking for some big ass lips to get my dick sucked Smiling while I'm pissing on your grave like bitch what I played in a notebook got the pain on repeat I make lullabies to trauma and I turn em to teeth I got veins full of venom and a grin full of shade When I'm talking to myself even voices afraid I don't bleed this ink and no I leak black tar I turn studio time into your mental scars I don't write these raps and tho I scribble My sins I make a beat feel like needles when it's under your skin Ring around the bodies with the pockets full of meds Going ashes to ashes and now everybody's dead Twinkle, twinkle, slit your fucking throat How I wonder why you even spoke Marry had a little lamb and now it's in my fridge Old MacDonald had a farm till I burned down that bitch Row, row, row your boat straight into the flame Life be a fucking nightmare now you're back in my game I ain't here for the fame and no I'm here for the purge I speak for the freaks and now they beat in the third I speak for the scars, the outcasts, and the cursed Every kid that laughed in the back of the church Jack be nimble but no Jack got sliced He just J Jumped over flames and just to burn through twice Little piggy went to school and then he got Jumped Now he comes back swinging with a grin and a pump They call me a weirdo, I turned it to armor Cry in the dark and now I'm karma in Prada I'm Not your fucking hero, I'm the monster You made I'm the screams in the attic and with The price you pay Got trauma in my bloodline and I pay in my veins Voices in my head, they just sweeter than saints Stitched up my sanity, patched it with hate And now I'm laughing while I'm dancing on society's grave Ring around the bodies with the pockets full of meds Going ashes to ashes and now everybody's dead Twinkle, twinkle, slit your fucking throat How I wonder why you even spoke Marry had a little lamb and now it's in my fridge Old McDonald had a farm till I burned down that bitch Row, row, row your boat straight into the flame Life be a fucking nightmare, now you're back in my game Smiling in court, scribbling rhymes in these cuffs I told the judge I'm not evil, I'm just sick as f*ck I was raised in the silence but I'm born to be loud So I spit on the jury and then I laugh at the crowd If they lock me away, I'll just write in my cell I draw bars from the tomb and spit fire from hell This ain't music, baby, no, it's therapy with his Teeth I ain't got no chill, just this pain on repeat You can't even cure this, you can't cage what's cracked I've been talking to the shadows, now they Talking right back I'm not human, I'm just right what's under the bed With a voice in your ear and when you beg for the end So this is my curtain and then give me the stage You know I'll burn down the mic and then I'll dance in the flames And when the critics like to call, just remember my name I wasn't meant for this world, I was born from the pain Ring around the bodies with the pockets full of meds Going ashes to ashes and now everybody's dead Twinkle, twinkle, slit your fucking throat How I wonder why you even spoke Marry had a little lamb and now it's in my fridge Old McDonald had a farm till I burned down that bitch Row, row, row your boat straight into the flame Life be a fucking nightmare, now you're back in my game