Jose Homicide - i think someone's in my house... Lyrics

What's up? What's going on
I think I got gunshots fired at 2365
I'll tell you what
I'm opening fire, they run for the hills and the trees
Calling my shooters and pointing my feet
Cut you to pieces, scatter you free
All this blood on my hand and my pants, my teeth
I got a body bag and a truck
If I run into trouble when running amok
I got bitches on me, but I don't give a f*ck
I got money to make by the first of the month
Boy, don't f*ck with me
I got people that's ready that's to squeeze
Crash out and they'll watch you bleed
And they taking their time for me
I look through the scope while I hide in the trees
See through the window, you falling asleep
Crawling inside and invading the peace
With your pillow, I smother you, point and
I shoot through the covers and blood trickle down to my feet
The cops respond to the scene
One dead, covered in gasoline
With a matchbox on the nightstand, left clean
I'm inside your house
With a knife on my hip
We gon' play a game that I ain't gon' let you win
I'm hiding in the shadows, waiting till you go to bed
I'll put this blade up to your throat
And let that motherf*cker rip
Yeah, I'll f*ck up your life today
Boot up out that Molly, I'm hiding away
I'm robbing pedestrians out in the day
My finger was itchy, you passing away
I'll give you the warm embrace of heaven
You thinking it's sweet, and get you to stepping
This ain't nothing new with the bodies I'm getting
Been having these demons since I was eleven