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-хопDate 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? |