Written, recorded, produced, engineered, &
performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Grabbing a big blade and a rifle you might get an
eyeful I might go psycho so you know evil people
are present I'm pretty hellbent and violent with a murderous intent fucked in the head one hundred percent you should've murdered me when you
had a chance now I'm in your house and got you
pissing your pants they don't really want to see
me spread bloodshed they don't want to see
me severe anybody's head laughing while you
bled with the red all around you nothing but
death will surround you I'll cut the brakes on your motorcycle ending your life cycle murdering in the
night like Michael leaving everybody bloody and
lifeless in your back is where my butcher knife is
I got a sickness like Jeffrey with a murderous
impulsion carnivorous compulsion whenever
I'm planning a murder so often
Chorus
So many say don't murder us and please
don't be so poisonous
Pretty soon they will know that I'm murderous
Murderous
So many say don't murder us and why you got
to be so venomous
Pretty soon they will know that I'm murderous
Murderous
2nd Verse
Murder on the block loving the glock ready to pop
any cop with a bullet for each gun in my reach
and I'll shoot first could I be cursed the absolute
worst literally nobody's worse than Gacy but I
got a murderous mind that's really filthy catch me
bloody guilty with both of my hands red they don't
really want to see bloodshed they don't want to
see me severe anybody's head but I got a book
on how to kill it's die mother fucker die mother
fucker still I'll shoot through your flat bill because
I got a bloodlust to fulfill until I am lifeless darkness
will follow when you're living as life like this I got a sickness like Bundy that's priceless with a murderous impulsion carnivorous compulsion whenever I'm
planning a murder so often
Chorus
3rd Verse
Keeping a gat loving the strap taking anyone off
the map if they try to act dangerous I'll shoot them
in the face like I'm cancerous better yet I'll run
upon them with a tomahawk aim for their head then outline them in chalk I'm sick when I walk into your
room to kill I'll turn your whole damn place into
Amityville so ill waiting for you like B.T.K. murdering numerous whether it's night or day they all suspect
foul play they don't really want to see me spread bloodshed they don't want to see me severe
anybody's head I'm losing my temper like Ed Kemper
I'll be leaving everybody bloody and lifeless God
damn I really like this I got a sickness like Chucky
with a murderous impulsion a dangerous compulsion whenever I'm planning a murder so often