CREEPY CRAWLER

(You are now listening to Chlorine)

(Fuck this shit, boy)

Like that, bitch

Yeah, it's that crawler (Huh), that creepy crawler (Yuh)

I'm creepin' up on 'em, I'm stackin' my commas, I find no solace (Nah)

That block get hot as Arizona (Hot), I'm in the sauna

So fuck around if you wanna, you bitches wanna? I let my chopper pop

Cuttin' up another motherfucker, let 'em percolate (Yeah)

Then I lay low, I don't want no murder case (Murder case, huh)

All he seen was a painted face

It's like my OG say "Fuck this shit, boy" (Let's go)

Lean what I whip (Whip), still won't see me slip (No)

Devil on my shoulder, kickflippin' on a chip (Hol' up)

He said "Fuck 'em all", homie, go and clock a grip (Yeah)

Choppers cost money, yeah we really killin' it (Brrr)

Opps talkin' shit, real killers, they ain't feelin' it (Huh)

Hop off the dick, lil' bitch, do you get it yet? (No)

No (Huh), guess you slower than I thought you was

Ain't no one stopping us

(Fuck this shit, boy)

Stuff yo' fuckin' head in a jar, put that shit away for tomorrow

Welcome to my death seminar, let the voices talk to me now

*Voices*

(Fuck this shit, boy)

It's the Doctor Faygo sipper, Ouija Macc, yo' favorite ninja

Catch a bigot hatchet to his brain and paint a fuckin' picture (Splash)

Uh, had the Police sergeant layin' with you (Huh)

Huh, should'nt assume that I was playin' witcha (I ain't playin')

Ouija make the blood splat like a Rorschach

Pull up at your crib 3AM and I torch that

Corpse where yo porch at, brains on your doormat (Huh)

Where that dork at?

(Fuck this shit, boy)

Skaer Locc

Ouija Macc

You pineapple headed motherfucka