Bitch Get Your Ass Up Out The Chair,
Before I Pull You By The Hair.
I Am Behind You With A Mother Fuckin Chainsaw,
I'll Shove It In Your Back And Out Your Gut.
I Can Smeel The Burning Flesh As Blood And Guts Flys Around The Room And Bones Crunch And Scratch In The Blade,
I Told You I Wanted To Get Laid But You Said No, Fucking Ho.
This Shit Don't Make Sense,
But Its MY Rhyme And I'm Bustin It On Here,
I Don't Care If It Gets Posted, My Ass Is Still Roasted.

--The Great SPIKE