Cut off qn infants dick and rape it, morbid

Roll around in needles when Im naked grrr morbid

I fuck virgins with a razor blade dick like morbid

Finnish off Sandy Hook and tape it, now torrent.

I did this as I listened to Twiztids cover of Joker.

Not nearly as morbid as my life,  haha oh well.  And I'm sure it sucks but I don't usually write raps or try to anyways.  Gimme some pointers.

Yeah, this won't go over well
Sit back and deal with it

So I was born dyin and flyin
Higher than a fuckin kite
Overprotective mother, ain't right
Just call me Norman, I run the hotel
Maturity stunted, cant say hello
Bitch thought she was my keeper when she couldnt keep her ass afloat
I remember that night I wanted the rope
Ate that liquid jello juice of pain killers and xanax
shakin adrenaline rush they ask or is it panic attacks
Ask the manic depressant takin suppressants and jackin muscle relaxants
Take em all, there's no future in your dreamin
Schemin, beamin, and creamin, she don't want that whore
well, not in her house, you see she caused me a lil trouble
Don't mind her, a boys best friend is his mother.

I really must thank you for this curse
Nowhere to be found so I put on her dress and purse
Everyone thinks she exists when she doesnt even leave her room
It's really weird being your mom and her groom too
Maybe I'll catch aids and die from the fuckin flu

Don't like being this awkward but getting tossed out helicopters
and splattin on the ground, that might be sound
Lemme check my agenda but it looks a bit horrendous
Hectic and diarectic like a chaotic riot on a diabetic diet
I can't make a dime and this hotel is grimy and slimy
See they rerouted my business and just maybe
Bitch you didn't do me right and you're lazy
but no, it's everyone else's fault aint it
Weren't you so great and a saint
....What a joke.

I really must thank you, poppin pills at twelve
Nowhere to be found and put on a shelf
Nyquil, hydrocodone and percocet
Xanax and top it with Marijuana
And don't forget to down it with vodka
"He's probably lyin" Oh I bet

Her bodies decayin and displayin
Early signs of mummification
Late night grave desecration
Cuz I'm too lonely to let the bitch that hates me die
Her hollow corpse still talkes to me, my oh my
What do you expect us to fucking live on, hope?
What do you want us to sell, dope?
Oh wait to late, My name is Norman Bates
And I am the new you, don't forget the drugs too
You see she wanted a girl so I put on her pearls and high heels and dress
So when I kill you, the Mother personality will take over
and theyll say why, she wouldn't even harm a fly

Well this is the end... bye.
Fuck you.

scabbed hands, im a chronic masterbater and its morbid

jackin' off dressed like darth vader, I get morbid.

sittin' in the dark watching toture porn and its morbid

Cum inside a mason jar and then I store it

JabroniKilla said
I drop blue blazer figures from the top of the building im morbid
yellin rufio as robin williams hang from the ceiling thats morbid
Take that ass cheese randy galls been hoardin and spread it on your cornbread so morbid

Too Morbid.

Pitch black regurgitations have,

Stirred some imaginations to,

Crave deviant fluctuations

Of morbid nightmare,

Horrid desire...

(About time for a chorus?)