Mr. Roger - sKitz Kraven

Pull up to your crib

About a hundred deep

Take a seat

You about to meet a hundred creeps

They all mad

See your daughter naked now they wanna peep

She was changing in her jammie’s

So I snuck a peek

Hop up out the jeep

And force my way in

You can tell I’m after something

By the way I came on in

Keep the screaming on the low Roger

I know you tryna be a father

To your favorite daughter

But I almost shot her

These victims try and scream

Thinking its gon help

But it only makes me angry

So I tie them with a belt

All These victims never prayed

But tonight they pray

Thinking its gon make me leave

But instead I stay

Psycho Norman Bates

I pretend to be

Put your wife’s dress on

Start dancing gracefully

Lay her mediocre body right under me

Tell the bitch to suck my dick

Before she kiss my feet

These victims try and scream

Thinking its gon help

But it only makes me angry

So I tie them with belt

All These victims never prayed

But tonight they pray

Thinking its gon make me leave

But instead I stay

After hacking up your wife

I have a present for ya

All these voices in my head

Just bring me paranoia

Tie you up against the chair

So there ain’t nothing for ya

Except this razor blade

I’m about to introduce to Toya

Toya turned 18

So the bitch is legal

She’s fan of my music

She know Kraven’s lethal

I remove the duct tape

Then present the needle

I shoot bleach inside her veins

Until I see her fecal

These victims try and scream

Thinking its gon help

But it only makes me angry

So I tie them with belt

All These victims never prayed

But tonight they pray

Thinking its gon make me leave

But instead I stay

Pussy mother fucker now it’s your turn

Should I cut off all your toes

Or let your throat burn

I’m not sure but I know you about to die tonight

Close your eyes Mr Roger

You gon' see the light