Eddie B: "I'm a sick twisted dark soul, my heart is a dark hole, I'm out of control, my heart is blacker than charcoal, You're paying a toll, Impaling you on a pole, I might kill at will even though torture's the goal, I leave the room blood soaked, I kill and provoke, You choke on your blood when I slash your throat, Create a river of blood, so I hope you can float, Inject you with venom and make you beg for the anecdote, The resident psychopath providing the blood bath, It ain't my first rodeo and won't be my last, We laugh at the path of destruction, the aftermath, how long will you last when I unleash my wrath? I cast a dark shadow, and bask in your tears, slice off your nose, Cut off both ears, Stab you in the eye with a pair of sharp shears, as your soul leaves your body the pain and fear disappears."

Hook: Got'em scared shitless, stiffened up like a mannequin, give it up dear, Ain't no use in even panicking, Dark figure slashing, You can call me Anakin, Watch'em he's a sick one there... Goddamnit, Man! (x2)

SK9: Strick-9: "Night of the comet, Wake in a bed of strong vomit, The stench makes it more nauseous, My next murder spree I'll be more cautious, Less witnesses, cut'em like Jack The Ripper, more intricate, make'em think a surgeon did it, Benjamin Carson, Gifted hands, When I vivisect a grown man, The Dark Side lost my right hand, so now I travel on the left hand path, Satanic laugh, Stuff bodies with fiberglass, Before I fuck'em in the ass, The ritual bath for black mass, The victims get hashtagged, Muhammad Malvo, Cokehead nurse with the pills like Edie Falco, Gats popping, knives stay sharpened, Mentally I'm Arthur Fleck running through Gotham, Holograms of the dead like R2D2, I had to kill her, her yoga pants looked see through, Anyone can get it for free, Matthew Lesko, Words put together in a murder manifesto, Letters cut from magazines spell the name of Lord Vader, Send it to your local newspaper."