| I know you hate it
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| Butcher knife is serrated
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| Ever since I could mate
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| I’ve been murder infatuated, morbidly fascinated
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| So keeping me medicated is probably the only way
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| That I’m ever safe to come play with
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| Hard to understand like I’m speaking another language
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| To people who never wrapped up a body inside a blanket
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| And heave it into a river with heavy shit
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| That’ll take ya to the bottom
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| I’m telling y’all
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| Hang with the down trodding
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| From causing your town problems
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| I’m feeding your broke condoms
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| Full of my cum squadrons
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| Come from along, got 'em all wrong
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| So please don’t be surprised when you sleep with my chainsaw
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| Addicted to getting brain from dumb broads with smut mouths
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| To keep away from them bum thoads that go all out
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| And I’m rap’s equivalent to a chemical fallout
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| And I’m only here to let them demon dogs out
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| I’m a little bit fucked up in the head
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| Who wanna see their skulls outside of they face?
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| Tuck their tongue inwards just to see how they soul tastes
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| Fingers through their temples, touching brains as they meditate
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| In a cannibalistic, pessimistic, zombie-like state
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| Overcome and I ain’t infected by the sickness
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| My mind’s lights out, total darkness and bring the wicked
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| Like a soul weaver, weaving in and out of consciousness
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| Like the nightmare you can’t contain in your sleep, so bitches
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| Here to move for the thought, a headless body on the wall
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| Is it your body? |
| Where’s your head?
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| It must be down the hall, is it tangled in intestines?
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| Screaming and trying to reconnect
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| In hopes of reanimating a head to a severed neck
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| I’m a mad man, ate blocks with light malice in hammock
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| A couple buckles short of our straightjacket
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| I’m manic depressant — in an essence, I’m fucked up
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| Can’t blast images that appear, and the voices never stop
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| Even when I cover my ears
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| I never said that I was sane
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| Something inside my brain got me crazy
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| Fuck, call me deranged
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| Fuck, label me weird and strange
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| There’s a thousand voices that say
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| I should take my broken mind and maybe just do away with it
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| Fuck it, give me another minute
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| I’ll be laughing, making a casket, laying my ass in it
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| Fuck it, forget it, I’ve already made it and laid in it
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| And nothing’s different, my head keeps spinning and I keep grinning
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| Cause I’m a lunatic laughing
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| Right from the beginning all the way to the nuthouse
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| I’ll be the opposite of winning but right now
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| I’m only here to kidnap women and children, and turn the lights out
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| I’ve given a hundred degrees of insanity, please
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| Go get your kids and your wife out
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| It’s only seconds until I go get the knives out
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| And I told you I’m a couple bulbs short up in my lighthouse |