| House of Krazees
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| HOK… HOK
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| House of Krazees… Krazees… Krazees
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| House of Krazees
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| HOK… HOK
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| Monstrosity, our anthologies, new velocity
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| It’s probably in perportion to people’s disturbing curiosity
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| Everyone likes a psycho, especially (Krazee) freek shows
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| When enchained, on display, and amusement of all the people
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| «Look mom he’s waving back at me is he actually
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| Sick enough to kill me and eat me after he capture me?
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| Or will he keep me alive?»
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| Picture my anamosity
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| The thought of me killin' you 'fore I eat you is generosity!
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| The world has no apologies to offer me, they bother me
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| With talks of perfection while I’m walkin' amongst so awkwardly
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| Talk of me and my brothers with flashlights under covers
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| Like ghost stories at night to scare the shit out of each other
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| Is it possible to kill ‘em all in their sleep without a fight?
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| I don’t know but role the dice
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| And close your eyes and say good night
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| We waitin' to strike
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| Deep in the dark with them shark teeth
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| Intoxicated from the anxiety, fear, and disbelief
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| The sick generation
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| (This one’s third eye is set to spying…)
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| Where are the ride of sky’s men?
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| Sick of the way that I cry when
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| Wish I rush stuff like a bison
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| While teeth get sharp as a lycan
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| Utilize all of my outlets
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| Take me about this, no can’t do that
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| Blew out my brains and they grew back
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| Blew out your brains, I’mma use that
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| No simply crazy and you can’t get my station
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| I’m not even on my way, a frequency scale
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| My rhythmatic form, how it rips it right off the back
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| And our army is finicky, vengeance swells
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| You hatin' this male
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| You chopped down my sails
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| I’m drinkin' the shit cause I’m sick
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| The price of my body
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| Rippin' you outta my conscious for all
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| The nigga’s a monster
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| (Now check this one here…)
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| Gotta hit my brain right?
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| Before I leave behind a
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| A murderer scene at arrival in one of your gang fights
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| And I’ll do it in plain sight, I’m underground like a drain pipe
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| I’m like a monster lookin' for something to eat by daylight
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| Please don’t let me leave from the house
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| Or I’ll become the next killer the news is talkin' about
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| You’ve got nothin' more than a mouth
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| And I spout evil and poison
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| I can never be casted out
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| I’m a monster without a doubt
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| And I’m walkin' around with nothin' but trouble
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| I hear 'em shout, I’m a («Monster!»)
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| And I believe I am
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| So I’m about to get to killin' every one I can
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| Better call a coroner then
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| I’m on the loose and it looks like I got bath salts in my hands
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| I don’t think I’ll ever understand
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| So I just drown out all my feelings with killin’s and contraband |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monstrosity , by - Twiztid. Song from the album A New Nightmare, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп