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letra de charlie manson - bukshot

[verse 1]
see the fool who made it night
makes me feel some sorta way
something’s off i don’t feel right
i just don’t know what to say
i got the feeling that i never should’ve woke today
it’s in my gut and telling me things won’t be okay
k!ll collectors keep on trying to call it “f-ck that!”
told em that my money’s low tell me where my luck’s at
my baby mama just won’t shut her mouth look out the kids
my kids are really fine now tell me what the problem really is
had it up to here where people at my d-mn job
sick and nosy people sick of all these d-mn cops
my car was f-cking up don’t know how much i can handle
they cut my electric off i’m in the dark looking for candles
all of a sudden i got these voices trying to talk to me
ain’t no way to understand the logic of anomalies
only thing for sure i know something is wrong with me
my mind is gone and can i pass go like monopoly

[chorus]
i’m havin nightmares of dead people laughin
see these shadows in my room at night they’re dancin
my doctor really thinks that i’m overreactin
maybe i’m just crazy like i’m charlie manson
charlie manson (what?) charlie manson (charlie)
feel i’m going schizophrenic while these people laughin (charlie)
charlie manson (what?) charlie manson (charlie)
just got parole and now the other round is dancin
[verse 2]
i’m a lunatic psychopathic and sporadic
i keep a voodoo doll with rivals’ names up in my attic
i confess i like the sight of blood and swing a hatchet
and yes i’m claiming juggalo so f-ck your wet ballas
pull that ouija board keep these hatin people sore
so why the f-ck you think these rappers scared to greet me for
do em bad like they got caught with dope in singapore
watch em run i’ll make em bleed before they reach the door
my homie demi always says i’m in a dark place (sleep!)
got my feelings on a hook just like some shark bait
you bottom feeders want a piece then bring a large plate
tax and damage worse than credit cards and charge rates
this the smell of fear that tips me off the edge
i learned how to fall before i took the ledge
kinda feeling weird conscience in the dredge
whispers in my ears this is what they said

[verse 3]
the nuts and bolts that hold my sh-t together is comin loose
these bars i spit are full of venom like a brown recluse
sink my fangs and deep inject them, i got sh-t to lose
i’m sick of seein rappers gettin all my daily dues
sick of seeing all these crooked politicians too
they might have this country fool but not me b-tch this sh-t ain’t cool
so f-ck hillary, m-th-f-ck donald trump
you b-tches are k!lling me it’s gon be the end of us
boy you must be john connor f-ck them with this terminator
might take me out for now but i’ll be back to hunt you later
always lurkin in my swamp just like an alligator
i open up my mouth and chomp your head off f-ck the hater
leave a hole inside your head the size of grapefruit
or maybe big enough el chapo could escape through
these hollow tips will guarantee that you’re not brain fruit
this charlie manson sh-t my mob will f-ckin break you

- bukshot

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