DONNIE MENACE - RUN IT BACK (PRODUCED BY DONNIE MENACE)

Talking loud and out of school to a higher class

The snootiest and the bougiest of the whitest trash

Don't even try to act, go head and stifle that

Or ill provide a slap louder than a rifle blast

Your clown shoes ain't endorsed by no psychopath

You're bout to buy the fuckin' farm and fertilize the grass

Your baby moms? Shes a hell of an expired snack

Wanna know how the bitch learned to siphon gas?

She got a dump truck, must've had the tires slashed

Shes always down for a train, she never hides her tracks

How the fuck does your neck got a diaper rash?

Your jugular must be itching from you igniting glass

You know that feeling that you get when the vials tapped?

Thats how it feels for everybody that you smile at

(Donnie Menace)

Making these bastards suffer to a level that they can't recover

Stab them up and lay them down, I'm giving out acupunctures

I adapt to whatever obstacles in my path then crush them

Eternally leave them in my shadows, Michael Jacksons brothers

Press the panic button, I'm coming to attack and conquer

Massacring everyone in my site like an active gunner

Fuck your lifestyle, you'll get ripped; no brand of rubbers

This butterfly knives effect is it leaves you armless like cshton Kutcher

Looking for someone to put in my trunk

The victim kicking to the beat, makes it look like its bumps

My girls the only way I ever have been faithful

Wicked, but call myself a GcWD ‘cause even the devil was an angel

Ill filet you up, hang up your dangling guts, make you bungee jump

Like Slayer son, ill have it raining blood (reign in blood) till it floods the club

Im blazin' up, radio stations that never bump my stuff

Till flames erupt, you'd think that Kane is coming to fuck you up

Step in the ring and this man will end you livin'

Bet ill split em, whenever this handheld weapons slittin'

Catch em slippin, leave em in a landfill headless twitchin'

Donnie Menace, Squatch, and Cheddar - Gangrel, Edge, and Christian

Pestilence is what my pen can bring to any audience

Turning em all to creatures that can eat you like a zombie flick

Still ominous, summoning demons as accomplices

The Warrens should lock my rhymes in the museum from The Conjuring