DRS Sickness Lyrics

Hush little baby dont say a word, momma's dead
(laughing)
Woke up this mornon'not knowin' what the f___ that i did last night,
all i remember is that her name was kim,
there's blood on my hands, blood on the walls, blood on the ceiling oh my god i think it happened again,
(chorus)
i'd like to stop killing but the s___ is like a knife,
i get the uhhh uhhh feeling,
(i'm coming to getcha, comin' to getcha, lock your doors the b____ killas comin to getcha)
lock you doors ya better hide your b____, cause i gotta itch that i just couldnt scratch
(i'm coming to getcha, comin' to getcha, lock your doors the b____ killas comin to getcha)
(chorus)
so much sickness out there,
i got the sickness and i dont know what to do,
there's a little bit o me in all of you
red rum red rum mo murder mo murder
used to have a fine b____ til i had to hurt her
this b____ by my side, she starting to get cold,
i'm still f___in' her body and it's three days old
no time to feel guilty about the things that i did
cause today it's a b____ and her three little kids
the youngest was 3 the oldest was 9
i hope they souls go to heaven cause they a__ is mine
it all started when my pops lost his job,
he started takin it out on me and my moms
he used to beat her down like she was a g,
then he turned around and did a daddy dearest on me
he put the pistol to my head
and this is what he said
one less mouth to feed if yo a__ was dead
so you see, i didnt get the sickness by myself
now i'm taking it out on everybody else
your mom, she's dead
your pops, he's dead
you're children next,
ice picks to the head
get yo b____ get her off the street, i'm lookin' for some p____ to eat
and now they label me a cannibal,
that's understandable,
i'll eat a p____ till the police call me hannibal
i've got the sickness
i hear voices in my head
and they wont stop til sombodys dead
have you checked the children?
i'll put my 9 between your legs and pull the mother f___in' trigger
it'll only hurt for a second