This is a song about "Mystery skulls"

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Severed skulls with my skills using a skillet

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

Before i turn you into a victim of my murder mystery.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

It's a mystery how you came to be

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So ya can guess what happened next, that was no mystery

They say nothings ever free

I am known for my mystery

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham