Psycho (Unfinished) lyrics

[Verse]
Ayo I’m Zac, you can tell I’m mistaken
I’m gonna drive a wooden stake in
Your body, or at least a full-blown poor Jamaican
I’m gonna beat my meat to some McDonald’s eggs and bacon
I’m finally awaken
I’ll make your while body shaken
Your spine I’m breakin'
Slashin' your motherf*ckin' throat like I’m Jason
I’ll be by your side just like I’m adjacent
Isn’t it clear
That I wanna stab you with a motherf*ckin' spear?
Everybody’s gonna see it
They’ll take a look at my p*nis
And they’ll clap their hands just to f*cking cheer
When I said clappin' I wasn’t talkin' about cheeks
Here’s a fact that you didn’t know about me
My height right now is five-foot-three
You didn’t know that, it’s a guarantee
I’m just tryna rhyme
For the sake of using this twisted mind of mine
I’m goin' full Roycе like I’m five-nine
I’m gonna takе my c*ck and balls and they’re gonna intertwine, yeah
I gotta chill out
Before anybody thinks I’m a complete clown
How 'bout you get down in your knees and pray
I wasn’t talkin' about head, no, that’s pretty gay (Gay!)
I’m not here to make jokes
Although I’m kinda funny
I’ll knock you out, sit you down
Until I make your memory a little fuzzy
I’m sayin' that I’m gonna brainwash you
Make you believe that you’re Steve Harvey: The host of Family Feud
You’ll go back to normal, someday
Can’t even pick you up, damn b*tch, how much do you weigh?
Like three-hundred pounds?
I’m gonna shoot many rounds
Into your stomach, but they just keep absorbin'
I don’t think that bullets’ll be workin'
[End of Recording]
[Unrecorded Lyrics]
So I go to my last resort
Make you run all the way to my fort
Hey! You’re participating in a sport
At least it’s one of some sort
You get to the crib
Realize how many f*cked up things I did
I and this planned since October 2nd
But I’m finally gettin' to it on Christmas
Speaking of the holiday: I got a gift
How the hell could you resist?
As soon as you open it you get p*ssed
It’s only a coupon to get a facelift
You chase me some more
I’m gonna bring you to a grocery store
Oh sh*t, never mind, it’s a 7/11
When you die, you’re not gonna go to Heaven
Or Hell, as a matter of fact
If you look in my pants, you’ll see I’m pretty packed
If you open your mouth you’re gonna get slapped
Or worse, I’ll f*ckin' make you handicapped

[Interlude/Outro]
Come here, b*tch!
Oh, oh, oh, oh sh*t
[A 2nd verse was never recorded (and barely written)]