Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Horror Story, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Strangeulation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.05.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
American Horror Story |
| I want skin for my bed, spread |
| I swear the sky just bled, red |
| I buy, twitch my neck, bread |
| I’ll take them to my bed, dead |
| I might’ve lost my mind, how did I get this far |
| I thought about how I, kill you for laughin' at my business card |
| Feels like I been discarded, And I really don’t get this part |
| Everyone is high and mighty, until they get disarmed |
| I’m livin' in this darkness, I got a twisted heart |
| I got a lethal mind state, you got a vicious bark |
| And there is no catharsis, no remedy to cure my ill |
| I know my soul is tarnished, they’ll never know how to serve that feel |
| Black blood on the white walls, do a design in the droplets |
| Psycho what you might call, but my mind is spotless |
| Do you like Phil Collins, have you ever heard this album |
| Even if you know how the song ends, you will never know that I’m out of |
| My mind I’m above the law and I caused it all this mayhem |
| Whatever you say when speak is, childish crawl in the playpen |
| Everything falls into place and, black gloves and a tight grip |
| Sittin' on a chest of my victim, if you breathe I’ma squeeze 'til ya lifeless |
| I might’ve gone AWOL, maybe I blurred the line |
| Clock ready and alarm set, I know it’s murder time |
| I gotta find my mind, even if only a piece |
| I’m better off behind, down here where we know no peace |
| And the clouds don’t move when the wind blow, put a seed in the soil but it |
| didn’t grow |
| They say I gotta odd sense of humor, killer clown sittin' still by the window |
| Tough links in a crimson cape, sat there with my lipstick smudged |
| I got a glitch on my headpiece, somebody come and fix this bug |
| Gotta protect the king, follow a black shogun |
| Cover the neck in bling, swallow a black hole sun |
| Lookin' down at my shitlist, wonderin' how did it get so long |
| I’d rather be the one pissed off, than to ever be the one pissed on |
| Amen I’m an animal inside, feedin' on everything in the open |
| I’ve been caught with a loaded weapon, red-handed the barrel still smokin' |
| And I’m hopin', that they waitin' for me to break a leg I’ll be takin' the cast |
| off |
| Tryin' to wash away all my sins, in the shower with a handful of bath salts |
| Smellin' like Hugh Parsons, to get a victim when it darkens |
| Then I’m hit them with a jargon, fuck her with no rubber |
| Then burn a bitch I’m an arson |
| Then have a lot of drinks 'til I’m barfin' |
| When I went to do the verse for the martian |
| He told me to put the people up on the milk carton |
| Keep a knife sharpened then he laughed like Cartman |
| I got stigmata markings, pardon when the beast get the bar end |
| I put the, I put the evil in my art when the angel let go of me |
| And took what the demon bargained |
| I’m gonna make a change but I’m Harkin |
| If you cannot tell me when the sex startin' |
| I got the kind of heart like spartan and I’m enemy scarfin' then I watch Johnny |
| Carson |
| If you think I’m harsh then, Strangeland not the place to be parkin' |
| I guess this is the part when, I tell them all that I’m part hen and part sin |
| Winning about Noah’s ark getting carp and the book is so colorful gotta listen |
| to Darwin |
| Because you like a perfect margin, and that makes my dick harden |
| So I’m comin' over with the sparklin' (wine) |
| Get to itchin' when it’s carvin' (time) |
| Ain’t no matter what the gods in (line) |
| Ain’t nobody’s 'bout to stoppin' (N9ne) |
| I’m so twisted I think I created the water our women and our men |
| Thinkin' their gonna take it for a swim, so now I got to throw the sharks in |