Lyrics Better Watch Out - Skippy Ickum

Ha, ha, yo
Skippy Ickum
Brutal Business Entertainment
Militia Entertainment
Get it
Yo, Yo
Listen up
These mother fuckers keep stabbing at my back
Imma run upstart swinging
Knock these fagets off the map
(Hold up)
Ready and you know I'm coming strapped
Got the 40 Cal inside my hoodie
Blow him out his hat, ha, ha
What's wrong?
They didn't tell you I'm the son of Lucifer
My evil can be seen in things around you
Mother fucker I'll astound you
I got the wisdom of a wizard
I'm coming strong like a blizzard, now
You know I'm puffing loud and my high is never mild
If you want to smoke with me
Don't forget to bring a towel
They say that crazy isn't clearly shown
And after all, I'm just a dog
Who's down to get a juicy bone
But nah bitch
I ain't afraid to spend the night alone
I grew up in the darkness of the shadows
Of my broken home
I let these thoughts all gather then they marinate
And bottle up inside me till they overflow, the levee breaks
You push my buttons little buster
I won't hesitate to pull out the heater
You ever heard the sound an Uzi make?
Brr-it, brr-it, brr-it
You went from smiling to dying in just a second flat
Punk bitch imagine that
I blame your parents
Cause they should have taught you how to act
Now you just a brat
Run your gums kid you gettin clapped
Imma miss ya
I always spit it vicious
Yeah, I massacre my verses
Drinking whiskey, smoking swishers
Got you bitches
Lying spread eagle taking pictures
While they sucking on my cock
And then they go and wash my dishes
I'm ridiculous
Yeah boy your clashing with a titan
In a labyrinth of a giant
Where pussies end up dying
I'm the truth
So you better watch out
A primal fucking killer when I pull the pump out
I run up quick and then I bust in your house
You try to yell wait
I blow your brains off the couch, ha
I don't give a fuck about your life
Your job, your kids, your wife
Imma break in your house at night
Put your face to the knife
Then you know I'm gonna slice
Your organs it's important
To leave 'em in all assortments
Next to corpses
I be raping and I ruthlessly torture
I am the sickest
My victims a collage of evil pictures
That was taking in the dungeon
Bound in rope and bloody stitches
Yeah I live it, I love it
You mother fuckers buggin'
I slice your jugular
And then I throw you in the oven
Secret coven
Yeah to me this life it means nothing
Your bitch is on her knees
I got that cunt cum guzzling
I'm a beast
So you better watch out
A primal fucking killer when I pull the pump out
I run up quick and then I bust in your house
You try to yell wait
I blow your brains off the couch, ha