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letra de lunatic (part 2) - claas

[intro: claas]
this is godsynth!
i’m not right in my brain, i’m a psycho
i’m not right in my brain, i’m a psycho
i’m not right in my brain, i’m a psycho
i’m not right in my brain, i’m a psycho

[verse 1: claas]
yeah! strolling through the park looking for my next victim
they will never see me coming ’til i’m on ’em
and they’ll know that it is over when the lunatic gets ’em
thinkin’ they got a chance to escape
there’s nothing more than a taste
but it’s really just fiction
stickin’ bodies in the van is a mission
i’m vicious when i get this, when i leave ’em all in ditches (hahaha!)
f-ckin’ b-tches! bring ’em back and leave ’em all in the bas-m-nt
their eyеs wide open see what they’rе faced with (yeah!)
they’re screaming but energy’s being wasted (yeah!)
ain’t no one gonna save them, they’ll never make it
so i laughed and laughed ’til they get angry and start yelling i’m a psychopath
then i just sit there staring at ’em like the psycho’s back
especially like a michael mask, then the knife attacks
[chorus: claas]
i’m not right in my brain, i’m a psycho
leave a bl–dy trail everywhere that i go
the lunatic is back, bodies f-ckin’ stacked
twelve days i’ll attack, y’all are f-ckin’ trapped
i’m not right in my brain, i’m a psycho
leave a bl–dy trail everywhere that i go
the lunatic is back and i’m a crazy motherf-cker, yeah
crazy motherf-cker, yeah

[verse 2: claas]
twelve days ’til they all die (all die)
just slaves, they are all mine (all mine)
let’s say they will all try (yeah!)
to get away while they’re shakin’ worse than california fault lines
but to say these folks on fire like the west coast
you won’t ever f-ckin’ see another left ghost (nah!)
leave their bodies lookin’ like they’re wearing red coats
saw and axe to their f-ckin’ backs, that’s a death stroke
step up to the tables and i’ll stab their hearts
and let the dogs just eat these, tear ’em apart
if you thought i’d be gone forever, i’m back now
hanging people behind me like they’re a background
stick the blade in the face then pull it back out
blow they back out, break their bones, they hear the crack sound
people thinking it’s the end of days
as i’m stripping up their skin with f-ckin’ razorblades
[chorus: claas]
i’m not right in my brain, i’m a psycho
leave a bl–dy trail everywhere that i go
the lunatic is back, bodies f-ckin’ stacked
twelve days i’ll attack, y’all are f-ckin’ trapped
i’m not right in my brain, i’m a psycho
leave a bl–dy trail everywhere that i go
the lunatic is back and i’m a crazy motherf-cker, yeah
crazy motherf-cker, yeah

- claas

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