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