Crackykun feat. Gackto AKA Jeff The Chef
"Online Stalker"

Background beat and production: Crackykun
http://www.myspace.com/linaaadnb 

Lyrics and rapping: Gackto AKA Jeff The Chef
http://www.youtube.com/jcibs

Yeah, uh-huh,

I sit and stare into space,
Begin to rip and tear up the place,
I am afraid to feel and afraid to function,
My face starts to peel as I wait for something.
A dark angel calls my name and I answer,
My heart aches in all the pain of our banter.
We discuss the pitch black, I laugh maniacally,
My disgust is switched back, she's a rat who's lied to me.
She cannot possibly understand the crushing loneliness,
The pain everyday, hell, who the fuck can cope with this?

Data's flying in the air,
I stayed up, crying with despair,
Night after night.
Time after time,
Your JPG's just played with me,
You can't make my kind just disappear.

Yeah, uh-huh.

I watch you, constantly,
On webcam, like it was on TV,
I'm lost in a sea,
That's messed up and digital,
Messages, subliminal,
I'm receivin, confessing to be sinning,
All the time,
I'm deceiving,
You posted your number,
And I called your line,
I believed and
I figured it would all be fine,
But you hung up, 
Hey, I'll try again some other time.

I take looks at your Facebook,
I try fake profiles on your MySpace,
Why wait?
All the comments that I say,
All the drama that I make,
This is the network,
It's so easy for me to make you get hurt,
Make your mom feel queasy and upset her.
When she sees your nude pics,
When she can't believe what you're doin.
You cry to me, thinkin I'm true when,
I was the one who engineered it all,
I tried to be, nice, but it didn't take,
So I had to make your tears just fall,
This isn't a mistake.
Now, I'm so near your mall...

We could meet up, "Yes", you just say.
You'll never see the chest with duct tape,
Handcuffs, pieces of dress, and some blades.
I stand up, needing some sex, you must play.

You say I'm such a nice guy,
Then I slay you with a slice dice,
You whore bitch.
Leave you laying under a wide sky,
In the forest.
That's what the mice like.
And your corpse is,
Rotting under a tree,
Everyone think it's someone other than me.
Cause you hid your relationship,
I wiped your computer,
I hate you bitch.
You thought I was some kind of loser,
So I hacked you, before I attacked you, in the bathroom,
Then I vacuumed up all the evidence.
Your sister is dead, handcuffed in your residence,
Your friend is bleeding, with a slug in her head and chest.
Wives lashing and cringing,
Lights flashing and blinking,
Lives crashing and hinging,
I go home and sit down,
Thinkin I'm so bold and the shit now.
I open up my web-browser,
Then I see another hoe, yes, I found her.
I fantasize about how she'd smother slow, after I bound her.

This phenomenon goes on and on.
This phenomenon goes on and on.

This phenomenon goes on and on.
This phenomenon goes on and on.

This phenomenon goes on and on.
This phenomenon goes on and on.

This phenomenon goes on and on.
This phenomenon goes on and on.

YO THIS TIME... I TWIST AND BRUISE HER TITS,
SLIT HER THIGHS... GRIP AND CHEW HER CLIT
SIT ON HER FACE... PISS AND POOP ON IT
YOU A DISGRACE.. BITCH, CAN'T YOU ADMIT.

I wanna cut you to pieces,
Fuck you, while you're screamin,
Pump you full of semen
Punch you in your teeth, bitch.

You ain't nothin but a fuckin hoe,
That's why I had to just go and bust your nose,
I'll strangle you with your musty clothes,
You must have known. I'm like a maniac:
Combustible. Didn't you play my rap?
Cause I talk about rape and crap whenever I bust a flow.

I'll strip you and touch your exposed,
Skin from your butt to your toes,
Slit your clit with a blade that's rusted and old.
Plus it's so cold.
Don't even try to fight back, like that,
Cause I'm indestructible.

A woman's lust is so, predictable,
All they want is a dick to hold.
And attention.
Bitch, you hoe, is there any part of this that I'm not gettin?
No? Good, cause now you're just dead then!

I'll uppercut you,
Cause you're just a slut who,
Doesn't give a fuck who,
She hurts.
It's all about you.
So I'm bound to,
Put you in the ground through about 2-3 inches of dirt.
BITCH

I'll pinch you in spirts, in your tits,
Make my dick just squirt in,
Side ya cunt, then I'll soak you from the side to front,
You can be tryin to run, but you won't be denyin my fun.
I'll be slidin this gun, out from under my sleeve,
Shoot you, your eyes are looking stunned up at me,
BOOHOO.
As you're dyin you cry,
While I'm not tryin to hide,
The biggest smirk,
Cause I'm the guy you denied,
The biggest jerk,
I'm sick and worse,
Than you ever imagined.
That's why forever I'm laughin,
After I'm done with my fun to your parents, I'll send a letter that's tragic.
And they'll be starin,
At all the pictures and movies,
I took of your dead body, bitch you're gonna do me.
Whether you like it or not,
You don't have a say cause, you won't be alive, you'll just rot.
You won't wake-up.
To me, this kind of shit's hot,
I'm a necrophiliac into hip-hop,
I can't get no feelings back, so bitch, stop.
Watch this I'm a quick shot.

(GUNSHOT)

I'm a quick shot.
(GUNSHOT)


I'm a quick shot.
(GUNSHOT)

FUCKIN BITCH