| The doctor’s telling me I may be mad
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| Maybe it’s cause we living in this crazy land
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| I’m a crazy man, a crazy man
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| In a crazy land, a crazy land
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| I feel disconnected, distant like heaven
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| Missed what the reverend said it’s a bit upsettin'
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| Wishin' that I’d listened better cause yes, I’m sinnin'
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| Fuckin' a nun in her cunt while her head’s spinnin'
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| Piss like a kid that’s wetting his bed linen
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| I’m twisted on meds having sex with dead women
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| Lost in the sauce, my foster mom forced me to drink
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| As she peeled my foreskin back and sucked it off 'till it was pink
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| Thoughts that I think as I wash my balls in a sink
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| My balls up in my stomach that’s why they call them a shrink
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| Like Cobain on cocaine
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| Feelin' no pain on Soul Train
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| With a gold chain 'bout to throw flames
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| Like propane and I won’t play with a full deck
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| This whole game is jokers
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| Wild as I go insane in the membrane like Cypress
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| Or that white bitch that played Lois Lane
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| Margot Kidder, I’mma go get 'em
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| And hit her in the shitter I’m a psycho killer
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| I bring a hammer to a slow jam
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| Throw wrenches in your program
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| Nail gun through both hands
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| Screwdrivers in your throat, damn
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| Make you a known example
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| Throw roman candles, hone the poison arrows
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| Boy destroy a pair, I’ll roast your flannel
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| Demonically possessed, doctors suggest I am a psycho
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| Chainsaw on my gun like a Gears of War rifle
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| Q-tip sex on a platter mask
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| Gripping a talking Cabbage Patch with C4 in the battery pack
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| Yeah I’m actually that, insane med pills
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| Visions of chasing enemies while I’m on my fucking treadmill
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| Merry Christmas, kiss the barrel under the mistletoe (Mwooah!)
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| Shot every part of your body bitch except I missed your toe
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| If it’s a diss you’ll know, scalpel to your torso carving slow
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| Rollin' out intestines like a garden hose (Or)
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| Make you swallow a 40 ounce
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| And see how many karate chops it takes
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| To punch your stomach 'till the bottle breaks
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| I’m lamping, I’m cold lamping
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| I’m amped and I slice you up like Crystal Lake camping
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| Like Daddy Kane said it, «Stop Shammin'»
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| I’m boastin' I’m braggin' ravin' and rantin'
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| Leaving you deader than Bruce’s son Brandon
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| And I sent you to the moon like Ralph Kramden
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| I’m the craziest of the crazies in history
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| Charles Manson’s a pussy, he wanna be a musician, I piss on that hippie
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| I’m the reason the Zodiac’s still missing
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| Fuck Jeffrey Dahmer was a bitch
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| He fucked boys and got murdered in prison
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| And David Berkowitz the Son of Sam
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| He talked to doggies
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| Gacy was a clown none of them fuckin' with Rugged Man
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| I’m demented, delusional, shock treatment, lunatic Critters
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| Cut out your livers with scissors
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| I’m splittin' the wig of you wiggers
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| Sho Kosugi, ninjas, Rambo, Sleepaway Camp slashers
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| Heather Thomas posters in my brain, the 80s never passed us
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| Central Park I’m stealing purses and I’m robbing the joggers
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| They wanna lock us, I’m raping the nurses and murdering the doctors
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| Come on
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| (They made you believe)
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| (There's no one really crazy as me)
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| (I drove myself mad, searching for sanity)
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| (World's like a cell, God created just to hold me)
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| I’m crazy!
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| Crazy man!
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| Crazy!
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| Crazy! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crazy Man - Straitjacket Remix , by - Block McCloud. Song from the album Crazy Man EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп