| I want skin for my bed, spread
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| I swear the sky just bled, red
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| I buy, twitch my neck, bread
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| I’ll take them to my bed, dead
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| I might’ve lost my mind, how did I get this far
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| I thought about how I, kill you for laughin' at my business card
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| Feels like I been discarded, And I really don’t get this part
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| Everyone is high and mighty, until they get disarmed
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| I’m livin' in this darkness, I got a twisted heart
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| I got a lethal mind state, you got a vicious bark
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| And there is no catharsis, no remedy to cure my ill
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| I know my soul is tarnished, they’ll never know how to serve that feel
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| Black blood on the white walls, do a design in the droplets
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| Psycho what you might call, but my mind is spotless
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| Do you like Phil Collins, have you ever heard this album
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| Even if you know how the song ends, you will never know that I’m out of
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| My mind I’m above the law and I caused it all this mayhem
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| Whatever you say when speak is, childish crawl in the playpen
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| Everything falls into place and, black gloves and a tight grip
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| Sittin' on a chest of my victim, if you breathe I’ma squeeze 'til ya lifeless
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| I might’ve gone AWOL, maybe I blurred the line
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| Clock ready and alarm set, I know it’s murder time
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| I gotta find my mind, even if only a piece
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| I’m better off behind, down here where we know no peace
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| And the clouds don’t move when the wind blow, put a seed in the soil but it
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| didn’t grow
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| They say I gotta odd sense of humor, killer clown sittin' still by the window
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| Tough links in a crimson cape, sat there with my lipstick smudged
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| I got a glitch on my headpiece, somebody come and fix this bug
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| Gotta protect the king, follow a black shogun
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| Cover the neck in bling, swallow a black hole sun
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| Lookin' down at my shitlist, wonderin' how did it get so long
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| I’d rather be the one pissed off, than to ever be the one pissed on
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| Amen I’m an animal inside, feedin' on everything in the open
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| I’ve been caught with a loaded weapon, red-handed the barrel still smokin'
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| And I’m hopin', that they waitin' for me to break a leg I’ll be takin' the cast
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| off
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| Tryin' to wash away all my sins, in the shower with a handful of bath salts
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| Smellin' like Hugh Parsons, to get a victim when it darkens
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| Then I’m hit them with a jargon, fuck her with no rubber
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| Then burn a bitch I’m an arson
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| Then have a lot of drinks 'til I’m barfin'
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| When I went to do the verse for the martian
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| He told me to put the people up on the milk carton
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| Keep a knife sharpened then he laughed like Cartman
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| I got stigmata markings, pardon when the beast get the bar end
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| I put the, I put the evil in my art when the angel let go of me
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| And took what the demon bargained
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| I’m gonna make a change but I’m Harkin
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| If you cannot tell me when the sex startin'
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| I got the kind of heart like spartan and I’m enemy scarfin' then I watch Johnny
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| Carson
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| If you think I’m harsh then, Strangeland not the place to be parkin'
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| I guess this is the part when, I tell them all that I’m part hen and part sin
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| Winning about Noah’s ark getting carp and the book is so colorful gotta listen
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| to Darwin
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| Because you like a perfect margin, and that makes my dick harden
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| So I’m comin' over with the sparklin' (wine)
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| Get to itchin' when it’s carvin' (time)
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| Ain’t no matter what the gods in (line)
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| Ain’t nobody’s 'bout to stoppin' (N9ne)
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| I’m so twisted I think I created the water our women and our men
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| Thinkin' their gonna take it for a swim, so now I got to throw the sharks in |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song American Horror Story , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album Strangeulation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп