This is a song about "Creature"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

You're a creature jus' like osama,

Lucky seven probably poppa

"contemplate", i wrote about her

They say damn, that dude right there isa creature,

You are the flawless creature to my world

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Jack the rippers an amatuer compaired to me, im the killer creature children are afraid of,

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sini'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

And why do i have to send this poor creature to an afterlife?

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Exorcist himself could never help me, the possessed creature

Hating the picture in the mirrorthey claim we inferior

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

Weeper, teacher, sprinting creature, to defeat the elite cheater.