Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Voices, artist - Butcha Beezee
Date of issue: 23.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Voices |
Yeah, come take a voice from the dead |
2 venomous livers, to spittin' poisonous lead |
Sick of demented to with the voice in my head |
Ship it somethin', represent your boys gettin' bread |
To push a nigga cause i’m close to the Ed |
Take another semi, equip it to get ghosts and the feds |
Creepin' and dippin' with 24's in the shed |
Sippin' no Hennessy, got goin' off the man |
Twisted and sticky spinners, my niggas is with the business, now give me a |
pretty bitch in a stroke givin' head |
All my bitches are thicker than Rose or the rest. |
Yeah |
For reason of insanity. |
I creep with the matter-blaster, for 3 and you anotomy, |
indeed i’m a savage packin', don’t be another tragedy, for we just be gassin' |
as it, eatin' niggas drastically |
I got that cannibalistic flow, so I got the kiss and go |
Pivot ahead and bringin' a doe |
Through the traffic, get ‘em all scratched |
My niggas have his kid so, instead of niggas get blasted with the blaster they |
stole. |
Yo mama! |
Catch me in the track catchin' Yola |
See my social stain, group with the game, spittin' the flame, grippin' the game, |
with Twisted Insane |
Killin' off motherfuckers, them sick in the brain |
The voice in my head let’s me know i’m a psycho |
You thinkin' i’m a little bit sick in the brain, what’chu will say to retain me |
from causin' me pain |
The voice in my head let’s me know i’m a psycho |
Never ever know if i’m about to break out, they screamin' and shout, |
and then is when you’ll see me without the… |
The voice in my head let’s me know i’m a psycho |
Thinkin' i’m a little bit sick in the brain, what’chu will say to retain me |
from causin' me pain |
The voice in my head let’s me know i’m a psycho |
Never ever know if i’m about to break out, they screamin' and shout, |
and then is when you’ll see me without |
And I be hearing voices at me |
Every night and telling me |
To come in your house and |
Kill em all it could’ve been easy |
Everybody wouldve been sleep |
I tippy toe and creep |
Pullin' back the sheets, hit em and everybody’s bleeding |
Voices talking me to, tellin' me skin ‘em, where to begin |
I go in and I then i put pin their faces on the wall, bloody murder, |
cook a nigga like burger they walking but they ain’t taking I’ma have to make |
your body fall |
I would’ve stop but |
The voices keep telling me to keep goin' and kill ‘em |
I would’ve rather keep goin' and get em up |
Fill em up with that voodoo |
Whatever I can’t believe I’m in the dirt, fucked up but the voices want me to |
murder and just to put this shit on YouTube |
Feed ‘em whenever they want to get fed |
Anyone against us they will get lead |
Drain! |
Now they all lay in pools of red |
They all bled from the voices that talk in my head |
Everything that this little jimety cricket motherfucker’s tellin' me, |
commitin' a felony, hopin' I could bring ‘em away from the jealousy that they |
be spillin' up on the streets, i’m choppin' it up for lunch, get me boppin' it |
up with that punk beat. |
Killin' his fuckin' family, get Bill in the ceilin', |
if you think you can chill on me when i’m crawlin' up on the ceilin', |
you takin' some penicillin but there’s nobody here healin', I bet that you |
fear blood in the sight of a needle |
THIS IS AN EXCORCISM |
Man i’m a losin' the evil, that’s the rule of the people, that’s why i’m |
breakin' ‘em all off a chunk of undead, amongst the purple and red, |
the voices tellin' me to take of their head. |
Bringin' ‘em down, down, |
to defeat. |
It’s okay cause they be the same people that need their face |
rearranged, see the fangs when I fuck up and Twisted Insane, there’s no way i’m |
ever going to maintain |
The voice is talkin' to me, the voice is talkin' to me, they don’t believe it |
when I tell ‘em demons walkin' with me. |
I can see it, the fire breathin', |
mama preachin', but it don’t help i’m off the deep end. |
Now i’m off in a land, |
prob’ly never comin' back, take a walk to the lost; |
nigga tell me whatchu find. |
Every shutter van, conversating with my man, left the dark, in your heart, |
and everything will be fine. |
Mind of a psycho, gotta find a kill |
Ima feel it when I catch you slippin', hit ‘em with the grub, then I realize |
i’m talkin' to myself, I really mean it when I say i’m slippin' a dog |