The guilty money taker's guise,
The winsome beauty blinder lies,
The slimy, sexy phony - shy? - to confuse you.
The cracked wall , the hole for porn,
Flow into your place, I mourn,
But I'll plot and slay and be reborn -
Bemuse you.

I haunt you, I spawned you, I taunt you . . . so mad
Sonny, I haunt you.

The sleezy pretty vixen peeps,
You think a treat, your mother weeps,
And you crave her, I am not alseep,
I wait for you.
And I wait for her to freshen up,
Me slinking, just to interrupt,
And bask as I open up
The hate in you.

I haunt you, I spawned you, I taunt you . . . so mad
Sonny, I haunt you.

Now son, youur mother, she's gone down
To shove the knife with death grip,
And all the water's running down,
with all her blood - a drip drip.

Well, I return as her life it fades,
A stalk with my shiny blade,
And pose in my chair, decayed,
A nook obscure,
She just stood for me,
And now, she's dead I do decree,
She knows fear, I guarantee
And her blood did spatter.

I haunt you, I spawned you, I taunt you . . . so mad
Sonny, I haunt you.

Now romancing wild with her stolen loot,
She croaked, my spree, you can't refute,
So, I was a scary brute to her,
Was I?
But I slid it so into her hide,
And now you look so mortified,
And because I'm your other side,
And because I . . .

I haunt you, I spawned you, I taunt you . . . so mad
Sonny, I haunt you.