This is a song about "Beauty killer"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

She ain't know i was a killer

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

My sleeping beauty will probably never wake,

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

She can be my sleeping beauty

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

You know...you know who you are