Too self aware
I'm electric chair rare
Left twistin in the wind
Like my bro's curly hair
I'm lookin to the left
And lookin to the right
Go ahead and stab a bitch
You can call me Mr. Knife
Paul Keller cos I'm burning bitches up, ya
Mr. Mortician I feel my girl's guts, ya
Mr. Solitary go a lil nuts
Go a lil overboard and pistol whip with em with the butt
Ima leave em left a little, left a little bloodied up
Might collect a little bit in a little Dixie cup
And I'll send it to em later just to keep em in the cut
Just to remind em of the time that we confined em like Tut