tonight?
 Oh yeah  you and your three friends can come play with me
 tonight  and you and your three friends can come pay with
 tonight  you know what I'm sayin?
 Big Syke  you know what I'm talkin about.
 Erotic  exotic  and a little.....psychotic.
 [Verse 1]
 Picture a room where a con lives  it's dark inside
 Newspaper clippins on the wall  from vics that died
 Blood everywhere, you can tell the psycho went through
 He had darts in their faces up to number fifty two
 Psycho Uh, stalkin niggas, butcher knives stays handy
 He would sit inside the park, and laugh and give kids candy
 They say he was weird, but the bodies he killed
 He always scratched off the names of the people he killed
 Real slow, Pysch torture style, pass me the scissors
 And cut off microscopic pieces like a mirror
 Terror screams, let me know the spinal was crumbled
 By the gestures they made and the words that they mumbled
 Maybe I can slice a throat when I'm ready
 It takes practice, training to keep a nail gun steady
 You should yell when it clicks, cuz blood finna seep
 And bring a hundred thousand mourners and children to weep
 [Chorus] X 8
 Erotic and exotic
 And a little psychotic
 [Verse 2]
 Graveyards in my slaughter house (.?.)
 Mutilation and bacteria to straight cats (?)
 You can bet that yours is full of healthy humans and mice
 Kinda lookin like a fleshy big pot fulla rice
 Twenty people dead, strangled, uh that's my hobby
 When I die you think I'm dead, but I really switched bodies
 I'm standing there, watchin, they put him in the ground
 Blow a sweet when it's over, I'll go kill downtown
 Cops don't understand, they thought he was bluffin
 They say the officer went crazy when he murdered a dozen
 Other cops and didn't (?) cuz life ain't fair
 They put his body in the chair, but his mind wasn't there
 Soul snatcher, got cha, hit him with a heavy right
 Hold him, hug him, hit him with a heavy pipe
 Burn him, scorch him, you can bet the people saw it
 Leave him there for thirty minutes, you'll see the birds (?)
 [Chorus] X 8