This is snuff rap the fuck you up drug rap Dungeon drums you get dumped in the gulag Murder kit in my trunk like a lunch pack Silhouette in the woods of a hunchback Bodies wrapped in a rug like a blunt wrap All my cases get stuck with a thumb tack Competition is done boy I run laps Deadly silence at once when the gun claps Step into my office Yes I got the skeletons scattered in the closet On that missing 411 when the sun sets No trace no face no suspects I'm judge dredd with the lawgiver Door kicker cult ref raw wicked horrorcore spitter The yellow sign on the fence reads caution As the beast from within lays dormant This is snuff rap the art of brutality Fee fi fo fum the hum of the melody And it's also the source of my salary At the auction awards shows and galleries Insanity captured in a bottle When you start to guzzle it you tremble to the wobble No signal at the end of this tunnel No light neither straight jacket and a muzzle The padded walls are moving in on me faster Head spinning like a break-dancer Only bust shit with that screwface factor Bitch I got the juice you'll have a toothache after Body in the bathtub money in the stash spot Cold nights nose runny in the alley with the gat cocked Breaking through your padlocks smirking A shadow in the backdrop lurking