[Intro]
Don't you fuckin' worry
I'm rappin' over a tagged beat 'cause I ain't got the motherfuckin' money to buy that motherfucker
Yeah
Ready

[Verse 1]
The number 65, make sure your fucking doors locked
I got a sharpened knife to make your fucking mouth shut
I'm 'bout to go and kill the hoes to make your daughters cry
So motherfucking violent, make every Chelsea smile
Like I'm the Joker, bitch, the perfect murder in asylum
I wear the mask and take a loaded gun, nobody smiling
I seem to be the worst of guys make fun of people dying
I like to see them break the windows, jump away, they flying
And screaming "Call the 9-11! He's a maniac!"
Yeah, motherfuckin' Michael Myers, crazy brainiac
The rhymes are so sharp and liquid, I'm the samurai
And now I enter the asylum, everybody dies!
Take out the gates and kill the guards, I'll make your blood shake
Like motherfucking Dopey Rotten, crawling like a snake
Creating the objective "Start a modern Columbine"
OK, I'm coming, assholes, get ready and try to save your lives!

[Bridge 1]
And try to save your lives
And try to save, and try to save, and try to save your lives
And try to save, and try to save, and try to save your lives
And try to save your lives
Bitch

[Verse 2]
I put the needle in my wrist and start to catch a dragon
It's so difficult to choose a proper knife or RayGun
I'm so paid in full like motherfucking Eric B
The final step before the murder party of the G
But don't you know why I'm so mad? I'm telling you the truth
I show the hate to motherfuckers tryna act the fools
Err-time I see the dumb-ass freaks who try to show off
I want to run them fucking over, roofs are tearing off!
But don't consider me so bad, I'm just a silent murda
Who comes from back and stabs you with the knife, you fucking heard a-
Bout the assassins? Just like me, the living Altair
Is standing front to mic and uses rhymes to make you fear!
Don't talk to me about behavior 'cause I don't care
I hate these fucking loud noises, voices in the air
They talk to me, they tell me "Paint your living room in red!"
OK, I'm ready, let's have fun, the night of left for dead!

[Bridge 2]
The night of left for dead
The night of left, the night of left, the night of left for dead
The night of left, the night of left, the night of left for dead
The night of left to fuckin' die
Bitch

[Verse 3]
Enter the asylum like "What up? I got a big cock"
Nah, I'm so pumped about some shit, and here's my Glock
The party demon's breaking out like my soul is prison
And now I'll stand next to the wall without any reason
I have been waiting for this moment since I was a teen
The hate increased so fast! How could I breathe and let it in?
Now all I want's to take machete, take your fucking life
And rape your sister, kill your parents, do it with my knife
I tell 'em "Hi! My name is Krane, and here's my boomstick!"
Then take the shotgun, act like hobo, shoot you in the dick
And then I leave your room and let you die in blood and dirt
The following asylum, I'ma burn this fucking world!
Sober enough to rap these rhymes, you think I'm fucking high?
Well, let me disappoint you, you're the next who has to die
Don't be afraid while seeing me and gun that's titled Crip
It will not last so long: I kill you, and you go to sleep

[Outro]
Forever
Bitch