Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deprogram, artist - Dr. Know. Album song Habily - What Was Old Is New, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 18.06.2007
Record label: Cleopatra
Song language: English
Deprogram |
| Journey with me into the mind of a maniac |
| Doomed to be a killer since I came out the nutsac |
| I’m in a murderous mind state with a heart full of terror |
| I see the devil in the mirror, buck, buck, lights out |
| 'Cause when I grab my sawed off, niggaz get hauled off |
| Barrel one touches your motherfuckin' flesh |
| Barrel two shoots your fuckin' heart out your chest |
| You see I’m quick to let the hammer go, click |
| On my Tec-nine, so if you try to wreck mine, fool, it’s your bad time |
| Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber |
| Infra-red aimed at your head like your name was Sarah Conner |
| Decapitation, I ain’t hesitatin' |
| To put you in the funderal home with a bullet in your dome |
| I’m hot like lava, you got a problem? |
| I got a problem solver and his name is revolver |
| It’s like a deadly game of freeze tag |
| I touch you with a forty-four Mag |
| And you’re frozen inside a body bag |
| Nobody iller than this graveyard filler, cap peeler |
| 'Cause Im a natural born killa |
| Terror illustrates my era |
| Now I can’t hang around my Momma 'cause I scare her |
| I wanna blast, motherfucker |
| It feels like Im bustin' a nut when I open you up |
| 'Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist |
| All weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss |
| 'Cause I’m givin' dirt naps |
| Comin' with them, bomb ass raps |
| To make your lungs collapse, perhaps |
| You never sleep 'cause everytime you doze |
| You catch blows to the motherfuckin' nose |
| Ain’t seen the sun in sixty-six days |
| Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze |
| I never ever, ever made a ho stay |
| But I’m down with Dre like AC is down with OJ |
| So fuck how you’re livin' |
| I’m the unforgivin', psycho drivin' murderer |
| It’s authentic, don’t panic |
| I can’t stand it, goddamn it, schizophrenic |
| So fuck Charlie Manson |
| I’ll snatch him out of his truck |
| Hit 'em with a brick and I’m dancin' |
| Mass murderer, natural born killla |
| And I don’t wanna die |
| I don’t wanna die |
| I don’t wanna |
| I don’t wanna die |
| I don’t understand the logic in my dreams |
| But I understand, I like the sounds of sirens |
| Terrified screams from the streams of Strychnine |
| Dumpin' on any motherfucker tryin' to trick mine |
| 'Cause punk motherfuckers wanna violate |
| Now they stiff and cold and they pupils won’t dialate |
| It’s so much pain, migraine, headache |
| I can hear his bones break |
| He steps in the single door |
| Got his ass whipped with twenty lashes |
| Like that dude up in Singapore |
| So I’ma pull a fuckin' Jeffrey Dahmer |
| Now I’m suicidal, just like Nirvana |
| Tic, toc, toc, tic, toc, tic |
| Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit |
| Keepin' niggaz in order, makin' their life shorter |
| Ready to slaughter |
| 'Cause to me a life ain’t worth a quarter or a dime |
| Mushroom’s got my mind |
| Hallucinatin' ain’t no debatin', I’m creatin' |
| An escape route to be out without a doubt |
| Scot free, so don’t even |
| Think about tryin' to stop me 'cause I cant wait |
| I’m out the gate, on for the realla |
| A thrilla for a natural born killa |
| Gi gi gi gi, ga, ga, they call me Dada |
| Six million ways to murder, choose one |
| Lose one soul, bodies turn cold |
| Natural fright from niggaz goin' bump in the night |
| Should I peely? |
| Should I kill her in my iller? |
| Then a natural born killa |
| Should I peely? |
| Should I kill her in my iller? |
| Then a natural born killa |
| Should I peely? |
| Should I kill her in my iller? |
| Then a natural born killa |
| Should I peely? |
| Should I kill her in my iller? |
| Then a natural born killa |