psychopathic killa

eyes dark like a demon im parted from reason

im partially scarred from the darkness im speaking

my bars will be leaving you startled and screaming

apart from the part where your cant fuckin breathe

 

im that shadow at the bottom of your bed when your sleeping

the paranoia running through your head when your dreaming

im set to be leaving your neck will be bleeding

your death will be slower than a fat woman breathing

 

im the devil incarnate undead and my eyes are as red as tomatoes

im as hench as a spartan as hard as my lyrics are im better im carbon

my machete gets sharper and im ready to scarper

 

cuz i cut you in half and left a messy apartment

now the feds have arrived and your heads in the garden

this is ment to be harder im eventually calmer

gettin sent to the pen to share a cell with piranhas

 

I think of the consequences that iv faced in my life

Commiting robberys and hopping fences wasting my time

The biggest shock for me I stopped offending making it right

Then ringing shots for weed id constantly be blazing for time

 

you could be dead or alive what do I wanna get right

whether you stood at my side or if I want you to die

you want a sedative high if I will let you survive

I not a dog but my bark isn’t as bad as my bite

 

Iv never been made out to be a bad guy

so anybody sayin different they can kiss my japseye

go and have a crap night fuck a hairy fat guy

and wake up in the morning next to vomit and a flat pie

 

that’s right you scummy cunt fuck off to your crackpipe

that’s why your mummy run shes sick of wiping backside

because of what you act like shooting up to pass time

be careful what your sayin you could end up in your last fight

 

im not chattin shit il slap a bitch for cannabis

and ask her for her number say im back if this Is tacky shit

after this im panickin its actually embarrassing

im paranoid my demons will be meeting for a gathering

 

with all the pictures in my head its like a gallery

its trapping me imagine it just grabbin your head and snapping it

well that’s the way I have to live and I cant fuckin handle it

its possible you could be hearing lyrics that are damaging

 

trapped in the mind of a psychopathic killer

bet a couple of roofies could be fuckin amusing

with the kind laugh im iller than white giraffe gorilla

my imaginations whack but its good for the music X2