Come and play with me, even if its means your grave
Come and play with me, this hatchetman that I claim
Come and play with me, my flame will forever burn
Come and play with me, step up if its your turn
Everybody jumping in cars three in the morning
When I stroll in, they run, even when its pouring
Feared by all, don’t matter if its adult or child
Dealing with a man that can snap, and go wild
Tearing up your place like I’m a natural disaster
When it comes to trouble I’m the ninja master
Throwing you curve balls you could never hit
If you don’t like it, you can go home and quit
Sick of people say their tough, I’ve had enough
I’ll take them to a taxidermy and get ‘em stuffed
Pull you in a headlock, throw you in a dumpster
Everyone depressed, nothing but a total bummer
I’m a non collectible, nothing ever processed
In a permitted debt, I’m always being arrested
Close the door, and lock me away in my cell
Because I get meals and straight out of hell
Come and play with me, even if its means your grave
Come and play with me, this hatchetman that I claim
Come and play with me, my flame will forever burn
Come and play with me, step up if its your turn
No one ever plays fair, so you got to play dirty
When it come down to it, you get a little nerdy
Chemical warfare for all who love to get bloody
You better step back because its not that funny
Running in fear now I’m closing in right behind
Knife in hands as you stutter and begin to cry
All who have fought in it, know what’s at risk
Terror and misery always hides below the mist
Watch your back because friends can stab too
The greatest pain that you can ever go through
Enemies everywhere you look, high and low
Walk tough, weakness and kindness don’t show
Tear you thread by thread till your nearly dead
Hard to live life when your soul is in shreds
So next time you come out and try to play
It be wise you have nothing stupid to say
Come and play with me, even if its means your grave
Come and play with me, this hatchetman that I claim
Come and play with me, my flame will forever burn
Come and play with me, step up if its your turn
The Midwest Arsonist coming to play some games
Bringing pain, as I make you see your own brain
Dealing with the insane, weird and the irrational
Sweating, your head looks and feels so crackable
Sick of the fakes and snakes, just a bunch of fish
I’m the Parana in the lake, turning into a extremist
So young, getting them into some terrible things
Wanting gold rings, thinking they’re rich kings
Don’t want to come out saying they’re real sore
Come and play and stop talking through the door
Come and play with me…….hahahahahaha……..
The Midwest Arsonist