Lyrics The Way My Mind Works - Opaque, Warlocks

The Way My Mind Works

I kill firstborns while their mamas watch
I turn cities into salt
I even, when I feel like it
Rip the souls from little girls
And from now till kingdom come
The only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why
You, give me a kiss
Something’s wrong with me I’m mental
I’m chopping up bodies and taking notes of disassemble
Hannibal Lecter was a pussy to me
I’m playing dramatic accidental over the city
And in my head it’s the memories
Death, flesh from men, women and newborn babies
What brought us here behind bars of titaniums
As I seperate your brains from the cranium
Wild, started doing this as a juvenile child
With the knife I will cut out your eyes
What awaits a bloodshed
If you can’t tie the man down then cut off his head
Put the head on a stick
Dig deep down inside his body and play with the appendix
My mother thought I had the tendencies
3 years old and I was ripping out kidneys
Yes, many persons over you I have outsmarted
But (?) they got the brains for it survive
And why laugh you or cry
And I think oh my god I love columbian neckties
Cries from your mama as I pass your body to Karma
And start working on that shit with a hammer
Now kneecaps are breaking
I was suspend before life’s taking
Burned flesh smells like bacon
The Way My Mind Works is nonchalant
So if the reas of god
Protect me from what I want
The Way My Mind Works is nonchalant
So if the reas of god
The mic to my frontal speak
Blow your head off like Al Capone
So you bad to the bone
My dome is chrome
Get the twinkle in my eye my mother phoned
And in your eye my golden chrome
Shit’s also (?)
In three striped jacket
In the streets of O. C that’s where we’re cracking
And papa that’s what we need in the pot
So give me your ass so I can sell it through the shop
I won’t stop talking shit
'Cause when my fuse gets lit
I don’t even budge one bit
I cut you up by the razor edge
Push your ass off the ledge
But your head in like a sledge, hammer
Don’t even care about the grammar
In the streets so where he’s caught up is a drama
My rustle must a truck riding your head
I play from your (?) you’re necked then you’re dead
My eyes red I need a black girlie in my bed
Sometimes it makes me wonder I said
Why must I feel like that, why must I chase the cat
Is it controlled by and clipped or should I say gift
So hold your baby when I go get spliff
Come back and run over you
Break your backbone in two
But all the time I act cool
Opaque aka (?) with lyrical insanity
I impact fat on their drums as I attack
Crack bones and rip spines out the back
Maniac (?) back
Smacks you in the face with nunchucks, the hunchback
Get overrun by killer tons fat tracks
As my lips flap, bad boy bunny with the cling rap
String you to the roof and sling one kneecap
Leave from deathtrap my raps cat
Top Notch and get the props
And kill the kid they can’t have
Snap your neck and make it look cardiac arrest
That’s how we smell a burned flesh
Fills the air with (?)
And I don’t give a flying fuck bitches are frail
I block their eyes out with a rusty nail
I do that my way getting painkilling face
I’m on a highway to hell downhill without brakes
No mistakes, cause it’s an eye for an eye
You came to close to front so I stomp on your style
If the reas of god