text: Im in your room now your screaming for help
  Anxiety attack so you piss on yourself
  And you pray to god that one of your neighbors can help you
  But that wont happen Im helter skelter
  In my lobby, they cant find me
  Im not a maniac, im a zombie
  Imma rap about some neo nazi
  Bitch you better call on God or Gandhi
  Better hope Jesus come baptize you
  Because Im about to come rape or sodomize you
  Keep doing that until I realize you
  Dead from the sound boom when I pound you
  Im a night stalker, catching bitches walking after dark in parks
  Hit that corner, then theyre gone
  They cant call for help because I took their phone
  Using up minutes, use them to call my homies just to tell them that Im in it
  Bitch I dare you to scream
  Havent you heard of Sarah? Thats me
  I made that bitch my milk tits
  I was dressed up like Lisa Simpson
  Put her to sleep, quick in my hilton
  Now Im bout to change your name to Ruth Wilson
  Voices in my head like kill them
  Amityville insanity pill
  I cant swallow my cavities
  Theyre strictly from these casualties, thats really good with ham and cheese
  Load them up on Craigslist
  My email address is:
  How-you-doing-my-name-is-Tyler, and youre a dead bitch
  Run bitch, run!
  You better run, bitch