Sweeney Todd

The demon barber Sweeney Todd is the English boogieman, the character
 Older children call upon to frighten their friends and younger children
 Unruly youngsters are cautioned against misbehaving with threats
 Of being attacked by Sweeney, and served up in a meat pie
 Y'all better be high when y'all hear this
 This shit is a little different
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 Okay, let me spit this scripture
 After I kill a nigga I pull out the phone and take a quick picture
 Niggas call me Sweeney Todd cause I cut 'em up and make Philly steaks
 Bend the bones and they really break, then refrigerate, I'm a sixer
 I saw some shit when I was six and it got my head fucked up
 Told my mama homegirl played with my dick (I'm serious, son)
 And it felt sick, then about six minutes later it got thick
 Then I been nuttin' on they faces ever since
 I think I'm missin' the brain
 I be sewin' up skin suits and hangin' 'em up in the closet
 The rest, I throw that bitch in the bay
 I really should keep takin' my Prozac
 Cause I'll make your door wet in a throwback jersey, Tony Dorsett
 Baby's mamas suckin' they kid's dick is what I witness
 I slit that bitch in the wrist when I seen that shit, God is your witness
 I watched her bleed all over the couch, then the bitch start screamin'
 So I put the duct tape all over her mouth, after death, start eatin'
 Shit, I'm a motherfuckin' barber
 With a straight razor and I'm the reason they keep findin' things in the harbor
 I brag about it, wrote letters to the police, I don't give a fuck
 I put that nine millimeter to your head before they lock me up
 I know, you lookin' for them tight rhymes in the night time
 I shine and I spit harder than a pipeline when I write mine
 So I ain't worried about your light lines, nigga
 I just want your lifeline, for some reason your rap sound just like mine
 Okay, let me spit this scripture
 Niggas want me to fall and you can see it like a picture
 I throw it like a pitcher, you can catch it like a back catcher
 Hit you up in the helmet, the ref won't like it, that's suspected
 Strip 'em butt-naked, eat it for breakfast, bitch, I cut them sections up
 You don't believe it, but they up in the freezer, they all sectioned up
 I like meat, I just started eatin' vegetables
 Hit 'em with the AK-47, now he's a vegetable
 See, ready, set, go, behead 'em, family, let go
 I'm about to let Tech know, then we 'bout to wet cess, oh!
 Then I'm 'bout to have sex, oh! Then I'm 'bout to slit necks, no!
 Then I'm 'bout to get wet
 I'm a hostile and it's possible that I cut you up so much
 That it ain't no need for the hospital
 Math couldn't even make you logical
 You tryin' to fuck with me, that's who, that's why your whole roster broke
 So many can take this rum, I better watch my back
 These niggas'll pop at me, but nigga, I'll pop right back
 Strange Music, in the house
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 Smokin' weed, all day
 Get ready, fully loaded
 Your boy Spiderman
 Seven on the motherfuckin' beat
 And of course, Rob Rebeck, you nah'mean?
 Shout outs to Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone
 Cali Bear Gang, Tall Cann G, COS
 Special shout out to my nigga Mellow Yellow
 And my nigga Hopsin for gettin' on the tracks with me
 G-Macc, Trizz, ¡Mayday!, Irv Da Phenom, my nigga G-Smooth
 You nah'mean? Hold up
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 Chaplin Studios
 Thank you for havin' me back
 You nah'mean?
 It's your boy, aka Spiderman, in the motherfuckin' house
 And I'm out, and I'm out
 And I'm out