Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Need Some Help, artist - Twiztid.
Date of issue: 21.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Need Some Help |
Lord |
Look over us |
Let it be a peaceful journey and not danger |
In any way |
Because I don’t like these mother fuckers |
This whole world is fucked up |
And I’m a product of this fucked up world |
I need help! |
First |
Let me start this rhyme out with some truth |
I was shaking and sweating |
Like colin farrel in the phone booth |
Visions inhale like off my brains like flames |
That constricts like chains |
All comes together like cross the veins |
So tell me what the fuck is wrong with me |
Even groupie bitches never get involved with me |
Cause I (why?) |
Hear voices |
I make murderous choices |
Stare at their crotches |
While I mumble strange noises |
Fuck it |
I guess it really doesn’t matter |
Not here to impress |
I’m just infecting to make they brains splatter |
I shovel two garbage bags in a shallow grave |
I speak in tongues |
Then cut my face every time I shave |
A ritual habitual so peep the principles |
Deadly syllables put in three second intervals |
A mind that’s fucked up |
So suspect |
So criminal |
Put you in the ground with the phosphates and minerals |
These boys really need some help (this is true…) |
Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too…) |
Scatter brained they may seem (somebody…) |
Come wake them from this dream (they need some help…) |
I’m the pinnacle of strangeness |
I peel away the paint an flesh |
Till I’m faceless |
Unnecessary anguish |
Nothing but a voice now |
Bleedin' on the track |
With the beleif |
That if it’s dead |
It can come back |
I ate my soul |
I swallowed it whole |
And stitched up my torso |
With a handful of staples |
The walking dead |
Deaf — dumb — and blind |
Stab both of my eyes |
But I can see you in my mind |
I tried pills |
Jumping off of window sills |
But nothing could fulfill my thrill |
To just kill myself |
I won’t lie |
I really need a lot of help |
I won’t die |
But I really like to try like hell |
But now I found a group of people just like me |
Tech N9ne Prozak Kaliko |
All strange |
See no secret that I do weird shit |
I take a hooker and I make her my bitch |
And mouth-kiss her in the mosh pit |
These boys really need some help (this is true…) |
Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too…) |
Scatter brained they may seem (somebody…) |
(tech n9ne!) |
Come wake them from this dream (they need some help…) |
Look at me close |
Homie my arms |
They liberate me |
Crazy baby |
Yo why did thou create me? |
I’m a (what?) little to the left |
I am the incredible hetero devil |
Your mother and your chick lookin' edible |
(huh?) |
That is always on my mind |
(what — fuck — yeah yeah — fuck) |
If you in my way you gettin' bucked |
(yeah yeah — bucked) |
And I don’t mean bucked from a horse |
Seven twenty-nine |
Lifting nigga’s up but of course |
Sick in the cerebellum |
Nigga yo chick gimme cerebellum |
He trip then you better tell him |
I mash it |
Blasted at last |
He gon' get his ass kicked |
(yeah) |
Really fast quick |
(yeah yeah) |
Get his ass kick |
I’m on a dead man project with prozak |
At yo doormat |
Don’t treat a killa like cojack (bitch) |
Some time I feel the need to bleed myself |
Liberate me lord because I need help |
These boys really need some help (this is true…) |
Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too…) |
Scatter brained they may seem (somebody…) |
Come wake them from this dream (they need some help…) |