Lyrics: Thorne Baker/Jake Weinberg
Music: Thorne Baker/Jake Weinberg
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 ****ing brains out
Hah-hah-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