[Intro: Insane Poetry]
Yeah
[Verse 1: JP Tha Hustler]
Laced up, your body from the waist up
Fuck yo makeup, this gon' be a shake up
You won't wake up, this'll be a break up
Like a Kit Kat snap your neck then we cut
Next scene, take a pic for a horror meme
Here's Johnny and I'm chopping off yo head clean
I'm a bad boy, make you to a cat toy
String around your waist, hang you from your hip joint
Slash your body and I brought a couple duffel bags
Scene sick, make a weak bitch wanna gag
We flex, turn your carcass to a bloody mess
Alien wanna punch through your hollow chest
I'm an infidel different with the skill to kill
I ain't got no will to feel, put you in my torture wheel
Check-out time, put yo head in a suitcase
Housekeeping gonna freak when they find your face
[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]
Put yo head in a suitcase (in a suitcase)
Put yo head in a tight place (in a tight place)
Yo head getting chopped off (chopped off)
Yo face getting lopped off (lopped off)
Put yo head in a suitcase (in a suitcase)
Put yo head in a tight place (in a tight place)
Yo head getting chopped off (chopped off)
Yo face getting lopped off (lopped off)
[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
Team Guillotine, we will plan out your execution
Aggressive music, we literally put your neck into it
The blacksmiths of death, we are the best to do it
Sharp blades to the neck, then we apply pressure to it
Look inside my eyes, you see that I'm prepared to do it
Look inside my mind and I'm thinking, I dare you to do it
To smear you with his juices but I'ma use this machete
Very aggressively severing every limb then burying different pieces in random places
Some are found out of town, some are found in abandoned basements
But every corpse of course is found headless
Never found intact, they're found in sections
I can count the seconds it took me just to behead 'em
Forensics have found a necklace I've written a silent message
I would just come and collect it, it was my plan tonight
To walk past the pigs with yo wig in my Samsonite
[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]
Put yo head in a suitcase (in a suitcase)
Put yo head in a tight place (in a tight place)
Yo head getting chopped off (chopped off)
Yo face getting lopped off (lopped off)
Put yo head in a suitcase (in a suitcase)
Put yo head in a tight place (in a tight place)
Yo head getting chopped off (chopped off)
Yo face getting lopped off (lopped off)
[Verse 3: Donnie Menace]
Head in a suitcase but they don't know what I'm about though
They don't know I carry this head around town though
Think you know foul, I'ma really show you foul bro
Fuck the case, I swing the head around like I'm Al Snow
Count yo days, cause the number when I slay motherfuckers there's no way you'll escape if I'm coming
I'm straight from the under, so I know where I'm taking them
Decapitating them, and yes I have to take their head
You can catch me bending corners, suitcase in the passenger seat
Bumping Gettin' Some Head by Shawnna
Sometimes it ain't a suitcase, I need more than a couple stabs
Then it's Joe Pesci style, eight heads in a duffel bag
The things I do with them, nothing but disgusting acts
Let's just say when I'm done with them that you won't want them back
It's Snuff, Breed and G-R-E up on the track
Leaving you with shitty thoughts, shoving your head up in your funky ass
[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]
Put yo head in a suitcase (in a suitcase)
Put yo head in a tight place (in a tight place)
Yo head getting chopped off (chopped off)
Yo face getting lopped off (lopped off)
Put yo head in a suitcase (in a suitcase)
Put yo head in a tight place (in a tight place)
Yo head getting chopped off (chopped off)
Yo face getting lopped off (lopped off)
