L.J Gray - Murderous Intent

Murderous intent
This song is not for the weak-hearted
Do yourself a favor and press the skip button now
Okay, you've been warned
The name is Charlie
And I've come to rip your brain
The maniacal menace yup
I've gone insane
I want revenge
To rage and burn down the place
I am a pyro, here to set ablaze
While I go Hannibal Lector
And slice your face
Cook in your cheeks like bologna
In a skillet, amazing
Till it's crisp and tender
While I sink my fangs
Into your esophagus
Leaving my mark insane
I'll let you escape
And then I'll hunt you down
Like a Komodo dragon
That senses his own venom
The hunger to feed has become insatiable
I cannot stop my rage
A tantrum that holds me liable
I'm psychotic, bruh
Such a catastrophe
I'm in a straight jacket
Looking straight back at me
And now they let me free
As you can see
I'm here for your ears
Now you gon' hear me
All these greedy motherfuckers
Giving inches, B
They taking miles
And I don't like what I see
What is you doing
What do you really see
I'm here to rip your brain apart
You gon' feel me
You gon' feel me
You gon' feel me
I'm the realest being here
You gon' feel me
You gon' feel me
You gon' feel me
I'm the realest being here
You gon' feel me
Murderous intent, murderous intent
Murderous intent, murderous intent
Murderous intent, murderous intent
You gon' feel me when I step in
Like Michael Myers
I'm showing up on sight
I'm in your dreams
Straight taking your life
I'm like Jason
Waking up on the thirteenth
Nobody understands me
They all call me a freak
I might just hang you by your feet
And watch you dangle
And then slice your throat
At many different angles
I wanna see you bleed out
All over the floor
Let's call it hostile
And give it a little more
Let's sell your kidney on the black market
For fifty kay
Yes, I'm the marksman
Give me your organs
I'll absorb them
Seven pounds on a sixteen ounce horseman
Call me headless
As if I'm Icarus
I want these knives and blades
Can you handle this
Slice em up
Or dice em up
Like I'm a chef in the kitchen
And I'm lighting em up
It was Ichabod
Did you catch my drift
Or maybe you glazed over it
Really simple
Ain't no cannibal
I'm just looking though
I wonder how it really tastes
Is it understandable
Murderous intent
Murderous intent
Murderous intent
Murderous intent
Murderous intent
Murderous Intent
It's time for you to reinvent

Written by:
Lonjay Shahid

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