[Verse 1] (Low C)
Little children make good victims to beat
I got your child crawlin' on a leash, by schools I creep
On playgrounds stalking merciless the H hustler
Leaving children headless just to watch the community
Weep city police on the street freakin' out
Throughout this month 20 children kidnapped
Bodies found decapitated, heads still missin'
It's me and Puppet Master, we stealin' your children
I eat the girls out, feel 'em from the inside
I like to get creative in all 3 holes they takin' it
Swing 'em by their feet, slam 'em on concrete
Just to see their brains, broken face, broken teeth
I love it, priceless; bloody and lifeless
I saw off the head, then piss on the body
Death is beautiful, life is ugly
Don't let your kids out now, cause we hungry

[Hook] [HellSent]
Possibly the sickest shit that you ain't ever seen
Coming from the grittiest place that you ain't ever been
Diggin' holes in your backyard, what did you find?
Decapitated Children that shit is way out of line (x2)

[Verse 2] (Puppet Master)
Find the little kids while they're playing in the woods
I'm up to no good, I pass through the hood
Over my shoulder, I see 'em climbing trees
But I can smell their blood in the warm, summer breeze
It's calling my name and once again I kill
I bash 'em with a 2x4 and leave 'em in a bloodspill
Oh, what a bloody mess, little children put to rest
All of my followers learn from the dead
I'm psycho, schizophrenic and I don't give a fuck
Your luck is run out, on the curse of badluck
You wished on a clover, but nothing worked for you
Explore the new way, it's a cranial [?]
I like [?} the heads and I post 'em on the shelf
Where about your future is an end to itself
So let's play a game, we're soundin' really sick
It can be easy while you're sleepin' in your beds

[Hook] [HellSent]
Possibly the sickest shit that you ain't ever seen
Coming from the grittiest place that you ain't ever been
Diggin' holes in your backyard, what did you find?
Decapitated Children that shit is way out of line (x2)

[Verse 3] (A-Game)
I opened up the door to your room, you're lying in bed
Wake up, scream-and-cry for mom and dad, but they're both tied up dead
And this ain't hide-and-seek, Marco Polo, Simon Says
This shit ain't a game, do as I say before I slice your neck
I'm a child's worst nightmare like Freddy Krueger
I use a blade to take a life cause there's no fun in Rugers
Cuttin' em up and I start with the feet, then fill up the blood in a cup for a drink
I savor in death, I'm in love with the screams, addicted to homicide is what it seems!
Nancy Grace is talkin' bout me, said I got a bounty
I move from county-to-county and make death look astounding
They have never found me, I'm a bit too slick
See I've wacked a couple adults, but I really get off when I'm killin' kids
Make incisions on the limbs, but all I'm wantin' is the head
It's all I take when they are dead, let the family have the rest
Like a Catholic priest, I treat 'em like my pet
Then I leave 'em bloody red with salt inside the open flesh

[Hook] [HellSent]
Possibly the sickest shit that you ain't ever seen
Coming from the grittiest place that you ain't ever been
Diggin' holes in your backyard, what did you find?
Decapitated Children that shit is way out of line (x2)