[Intro: Chuckklez]
When I was seventeen I sold my soul to the devil
'Cause I couldn't fucking stand around my life at this level
I'm always having anxiety filling up inside of me
From all this fucking oppression and this stupid-ass reality
I can't even think straight, I can't even eat
I always feel like shit and I haven't slept-in for a week
This industry is getting worse, I feel I'm 'bout to fucking burst
You better put me in a straitjacket, about to go berserk
[Verse 1: Chuckklez]
I feel like I've been falling in the flaming pits of hell
From this god damn society that never does well
It took away my dignity and it took away my sanity
The only things it gave me wеre sadness to anxiety
I havе no family and I got no friends
They always like to spit on me for no fucking reason
And think I'm just a freak that doesn't deserve the praise
So they made my life miserable and left me on the concrete
And all of a sudden in my head my brain started to crack
And all my anger started to fill up, I feel I'm 'bout to snap
So I'm searching for this shithead, whoever made my life miserable
And what I'm 'bout to do to him is not gonna be reasonable
I wrote all their names down, one-by-one
I started with my ex-girlfriend, I'm gonna have some fun
I sneaked around her house again, burst in through her window
Stabbing her repeatedly like a fucking sicko
Her eyes are rolling back again, her body was getting cold
Then I chopped her fucking head off and I'm gonna burn your home
Now I marked her off the list, only a hundred more to go
Homicide and suicide and my mind is starting to grow
These voices in my head already told me where these bitches at
So I got my hit-list and I'm gonna bring my favorite axe
So you motherfuckers better run and hide
'Cause I'm coming for your asses and I'm gonna take your lives
[Chorus: Chuckklez]
I'm going on a killing spree, you better run away from me
I'm going fucking crazy, dude, anxieties are killing me
Murder's the only thing that always keeps me relaxed
So you better watch your back when my anxiety attacks
I'm making these pussies bleed for everything they did to me
And now they just realized they shoulda never fucked with me
You better lock your doors 'cause I'm coming down your street
And you're on my fucking hit-list, so be prepared to be deceased
[Verse 2: Chuckklez]
I'm searching for my next victim, he used to be my friend
Then he stabbed me in the back and started screwing my old girlfriend
And now I finally found him on the streets with another bitch
I came out from the darkness, swung the axe into his fucking chin
He fell onto the ground and his bitch just started screaming
I sliced her fucking throat out, then her neck, one started bleeding
I'm laughing like a psycho 'cause I completely lost my sanity
Anxiety is kicking in, it's starting to drive me crazy
The only way to make it go away is when I kill
'Cause that's the only thing that helps, ain't taking lousy Nyquil pills
I'm tired of going to therapy 'cause that shit doesn't even help me
And the dude's a real dickhead, likes to make me fucking angry
So I bashed the faggot's head and I marked him off the list
Now there's only one more left who is about to be dismissed
And it's you who is next, and I'm right outside your door
So you better not answer or you're about to be a corpse
[Chorus: Chuckklez]
I'm going on a killing spree, you better run away from me
I'm going fucking crazy, dude, anxieties are killing me
Murder's the only thing that always keeps me relaxed
So you better watch your back when my anxiety attacks
I'm making these pussies bleed for everything they did to me
And now they just realized they shoulda never fucked with me
You better lock your doors 'cause I'm coming down your street
And you're on my fucking hit-list, so be prepared to be deceased
