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Oh yeah, oh, slut, take it off, oh, oh, oh yeahYour lights are on, its dark in the AM, like two, oohWhich means you cant see me, haha, but I can see youJust waitin patiently for the bra and panty dropDick hard since I been scopin, cant wait to jack it off (Skeet)The longer I peep, the closer my face gets up on the glassGotta relax, this is a art, dont want a cap in my assBut I got this, Im a pro, perfect camouflageMore than an obsession or a hobby, treat it like my jobDrop them drawers, bitch. Shit, Ima bust in my pants (Huh?)Nut in the undies? Nah, that takes out all the romance*Orgasms* God damn it, ho. The fuck you made me do?Full load in my white tighties, bitch, now you doomedJust wanted to rub one out. I never wanted to hurt herWhat started out as Peeping Tom shit just escalated to murderJumped through the window, her dude is home, no time to check emTurned around and throw back out, *Gunshots* caught a hot one in the rectumFoggin up the window (Am I a foggin up the glass?)I cant help itFoggin up the window (Am I a foggin up the glass?)I feel selfishIts so dark. Its so darkVery dark out here, very dark and scaryFoggin up the window (Am I a foggin up the glass?)I feel selfishBitch, theres a eerie legendary killer starin through your glassObituary filler, scary thriller, here to put you in the pastI stand with dew on the grass, I plan to chew on your assUnderstand it hurted when I screwed on my maskMama said be somebody, smile more. Meet a slutty styled whoreSkeet on the study tile floor. Eat like a nutty wild boarComplete that bloody vile chore. Reach my buddy, Ill pourSome beers. Who cares whats left up underneath some muddy piled boardsSilly putty, aisle four (Have you seen my childhood?)Im Dr. Conrad Murray without the propofol, I choke em allRotten egg breath, Im outside, foggin up your windowsDraw a hatchet man, [?] all the innuendosComin on 67, moon glares on top of my bald headBet none of yall gets in heaven, who cares, choppin em all deadThe number four is all red! Red Fred! Red Fred!Lumpy goop, chunky soup, you dead on the bed spreadFoggin up the window (Am I a foggin up the glass?)I cant help itFoggin up the window (Am I a foggin up the glass?)I feel selfishIts so dark. Its so darkVery dark out here, very dark and scaryFoggin up the window (Am I a foggin up the glass?)I feel selfishYou hear a twig break, neighbors dog barkin non stopCar alarms goin off, grab the phone, call the copsIt might be nothing, or it might just be me, thoughPressed up on the glass, and foggin up your windowSteamin up your window pane, steamin up my glassesScreamin nuts, snortin cocaine, screamin cut my gashesDreamin blood pourin no rain, dreamin of molassesI even nut more skeetin on her slashesI dont give no fucks if youre 19 or 99Im invadin your privacy, bitch, and Im gonna get mineSerial killer, blood spiller, dome peeler, drug dealer, for realerDont think I aint in, I reach for the phone, and I kill yaFoggin up the window (Am I a foggin up the glass?)I cant help itFoggin up the window (Am I a foggin up the glass?)I feel selfishIts so dark. Its so darkVery dark out here, very dark and scaryFoggin up the window (Am I a foggin up the glass?)I feel selfishBitch, theres a eerie legendary killerBitch, theres a eerie legendary killerBitch, theres a eerie legendary killerBitch, theres a eerie legendary killerBitch, theres a eerie legendary killerBitch, theres a eerie legendary killerBitch, theres a eerie legendary killerBitch, theres a eerie legendary killer