Fear (NeckCutta)

I'm here to spread fear
inflict bodily harm
I said shut the fuck up
now you're losing your arms
your chest plate is flayed
and your family slayed
I drop down the chimney
like it's Christmas Day
I didn't bring gifts
none but heads in this bag
face painted with blood
just like RuPaul in drag
not as much color
I'm dripped down in Black
aiming to kill
give your neck piece a whack
look kind of tasty
a bit like a snack
I'll give you a chance
to just get in the sack
you're going to die
just a matter of fact
just a matter of time
don't you give me your back
I can't say I blame you
I love a good Chase
but you're looking tired
best keep up the pace
you can't get away
it's like running in place
so get over here
I just wanted a taste