歌词
(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
(Creep)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Bitch, I feel great, I been piling up the drugs
And pussies wanna talk shit, but you don't know shit
Baby, I don't think you really know me
I been dancing with devil, and I think he's tryna blow me
Walk in with a chainsaw, and I'll cut your fuckin' brains out
Hah-hah-hah
Walk in this bitch, swing my axe up and down
(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
