Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maniac Killa, artist - Twiztid. Album song Freek Show, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Maniac Killa |
The lotus pod, the lotus pod fucka |
Vampiro, child of the rancid, wrechet, darkness |
Vampiro, I truly am a juggalotus |
Maniac killa |
Super unknown, hero |
A true hatchet ryda |
Long rain the lotus killas |
Then again, its my priviledge |
To power bomb your fuckin' ass |
On a bed of butcher knife’s muthafucka |
The result of 6 serial, murderin' maniac killas |
Killin', murderin', stabbin' (chopping, hacking, cutting) |
All hail the lotus pod from heince we came |
Hello, Hi I’m Shaggs |
I don’t know, maybe you heard of me |
The Southwest Strangla |
That one guy from ICP |
No? |
Well, it’s cool then you don’t know what to expect |
Allow me to extend my hand |
In friendship to shake your fuckin' neck |
Cause if you don’t know, well you don’t gotta clue |
2dope, maniac killa from dark lotus crew |
Oh shit damn, lemme quit chokin' ya Sike |
UUhh.uhh…ahhhhahaha |
I need a cigarette before I go ballistic |
Sadistics of my mind frame |
Explains when I’m insane |
I’m twiztid branded |
With the mark or the axe |
A minor relapse and all I wanna do is split backs |
Biaatch |
I’m a maniac |
But, you gotta understand that a |
I can’t control my hands and a |
I’ll love ta choke you if I can and a |
Never once |
Nowhere in my mind as I was sane |
Ever since I remember, kill is just a game |
I’m a maniac killa, blood gets spilled |
See me on the streets bitch, don’t get killed |
My mind is on my axe and my axe is on my side |
Who wanna die? |
Who wanna die? |
Uhh. |
Watch me, I tippie toe |
Richie, your death is slow |
No run, nowhere to hide |
One more, one homicide |
Who cares, when I was hungry |
Passed out, dead with no money |
Mama, she cleaned your toilets |
Mama, she bought my bullets |
Bullets, can be so pretty |
Watch out, ugly and bloody |
Fear not, I am no sicko |
Your life, not worth the nickle |
Don’t go, I will not eat you |
Your kind, I will defeat you |
Mama, never expected |
Mama, her pain corrupted |
I’m a maniac killa, blood gets spilled |
A maniac killa, don’t get killed |
I’m a maniac killa, blood gets spilled |
A maniac killa, don’t get killed |
I be the maniac K I double L A |
I slit their fuckin' throats |
And have sex with all the bodies |
I’m a retard, people call me special though |
I keep my victims silence |
In a melow of a sentalopes |
I split you like a cantalope |
To see whats on your mind |
Smokin' trees, keep me find |
But at least smoke to the dime |
Till O’m on your front lawn |
Waitin' in the cold, the lights on |
But don’t look like nobody home |
At last I come creepin' threw darkness |
Missin' this dark and take out any carcass |
Dumpin' out my big dugs |
A couple suckas playin' dub with they gases |
Nobody else ghetto path |
Huh? |
muthafucka, give up your bread |
This is blaze ya dead homie sickin' the head |
I’ve been dead |
I thought you knew, I’m a maniac killa |
Psycho, thug, fillin' body bags on the daily whut? |