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Acid and Scotch
- I'm that psycho boy bustin' your door down in the moonlight.
- Breakin' in with a duece duece and a mind that doesn't work right.
- Better run and hide, child stay out of sight,
- From the the masked, mass murderer that stalks its' prey at night.
- I was that kid who sat in the back off the class,
- Now they say I'm an psycho trippin' outcast,
- Just 'cuz of my experiences in my little twisted past.
- I'm fuckin' paranoid and ready to put a motherfucker on blast,
- To make sure his witty little remarks are one of his last
- But I'm here for one simple task,
- Put my problems in a clip, cock it back, and put on this mask.
- I'm here to do my job, no questions asked,
- So I'm gonna blow your brains out, sip from my flask.
- I'm coming back for you bitch, call it a blast from the past.
- I'm sick of you peasants, smokin' nothing but resin,
- Show you the 'Wesson, and now you start confessin',
- Lemme' teach you a lesson, it's anger I'm supressin',
- Why need a 'Wesson when my minds' the secret weapon?
- I wouldn't necessarily call it mentally ill,
- Life's a shit filled sea, and I possess gills
- With a hole I keep diggin' deeper, it's getting harder to fill,
- All the hopes and dreams impossible to fulfill.
- I hear these voices in my head, and it's giving me the chills,
- Pushing blades through the necks of all weak and ill,
- I can't feel my hands poundin' of all these pills,
- Numbness is the answer, I'm only a pig when it comes to the dollar bills.
- Pain is like ecstasy and I've been abusin' it for years,
- Muffling the screams and all the crocodile tears,
- Call me the shepherd because I'm gathering groups and using shears,
- Ventriloquist of the dummies, I'm the puppeteer,
- Inside a mind of mine, sparks fly and counter clockwise go the gears.
- Bow to no man nor god, my mind is what I fear,
- The wicked wild shadows is where the sociopath leers,
- Patiently, painfully, pacing the halls for my patient to appear.
- Because the blood of the prey is what I feast,
- Put em' at ease, it's only your severed brain I need,
- Police are notified, man hunt, I hear them shout, "Freeze!".
- They say I'm a murderer, dozens of victims in a spree,
- Victims of loss and careers are mere prizes, you see,
- Death row, no bail, gavel hits three,
- Court is dismissed, He will be free,
- Hear them hail, "Cap, the broken emcee. "
- The archangel falls to the fiery sea
- The one the only, the one known as he.
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