Hazey Haze - Tiptoe Lyrics

Eyes staring at my palms
As if I killed a man with these hands
Why is there blood where I stand
Why is there blood on my hands?
Couple of xan's, suck 'um and scag out
With a petrol ragged gagged mouth
A hash ashed couch
Chasing the dragon while I'm passed out
Unlatch the hatches, pass the matches
I'm going spastic on a bastard and black slap
His f*cking fat bitch
Get the hatchet and some plastic
Continue to wrap it, wrap it
Cuz when I rap it, yeah this shit will be a classic
I tiptoe a bit slow through your house at night
I slit throats and rip clothes off your spouse with joy
Watch me. watch this. hold a posh bitch hostage
Grab the murder weapon, toss it, f*ck it, have ya lost it?
Lost what? My f*cking feeling to f*ck, nah I've been feeling to f*ck
Your bitch been needing to f*ck
I said lost what? My f*cking feeling to f*ck
The necrophiliac of rap is back not needing a f*ck
I said
Euggghhh
You better believe this
I'm the creepy creep, the creepy creep that's creeping
Yeah shit's about to get extreme when
I leave your f*cking ceilings bleeding
I'm the creepy creep, the creepy creep, the creepy creep that's creeping
While your family's sleeping
While your family's sleeping
I'm the creepy creep, the creepy creep, the creepy creep that's creeping
It's like I've been all alone my whole life
I've seen many broken homes on these cold nights
Seen many choking smokers and sword fights
I know right, I know right