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letra de loony bin - complete

rumour is
we ain’t nothin but some lunatics
the truth is musics like a crucifix to us cos it helps us break loose from that gruesomeness
welcome to the loony bin
stupid b-tch!

complete

back in the day of the cat and the cradle
i was tappin a table
rappin away at my grade school
that was the playful way i managed to stay cool
that and i acted disabled
have an attack on my nasal passage was painful
was taking a cr-p with a -n-l catheter cable
ladies how bad are ya ???
speaking of magical angels
ive made alot of em disappear
missing head at me
a frickin passenger plane full
my jacket is straight fool
and the pack that rap with is fatal
as the kraken attackin her naval captain
then strapped in the back of a wave pool
quite raw
this is truth i like war
sicker than dudes who visit the booth but rhyme poor
ill stick it to you like grippin some glue
and fl!ckin it to your eye or
spittin in ya food or kickin in ya tooth and splittin it in two
cos this is the crew i die for “psych ward”
i get inventive with a pen and a noose
then im amused by the venom produced
and you can f-cken l!ck the enema juice
from bruce jenners caboose
if you ever confuse me with and effortless douche
please, you bleed it when its induced
me, i eat haemorrhage soups
see, but keep gettin that we never quittin
and even if we ever did, competitors lose
defekt

check it out
so im savage and twisted
mc’s you can have your opinions
i rapped as an infant
im back on a mission
they found out i was stashing syringes
a tactictal troop when i rap in the booth
the assassin of doom
what you lack i produce
you shatter your tooth and get smacked in the face
take the fact to your grave
im.attachin the noose
see my rapping improved
i sat back and learned how to ration the food
when i rap im determined that amateurs lose
its back to the fact that they have to improve
a vet in the game when the pens on the page
im better, its insane, its insanitys shoes
send em my way if your plannin to lose
you get sent to your grave, you can’t handle the truth
as rancid as puke, im rampant and tampered the nuke
you will get lenched by the crew
theres no limit to the damage we do
back the f-ck up with the rappers that choose
attackin the tune, detachin, im sat in the room
no light and they spat in my food
i won’t cry, body battered and bruised
hope dies and n0body knows why
i got a nose full of snow white
i got bags under both eyes
its sad and i won’t lie
they think i dont get it when i f-ckin say i ghost write
not rhymes for peeps from meaning no life
i didn’t know i had no time to speak
all i ever heard was the tires screech
i got left with the sirens and silent screams
omac

there were times in my childhood
where i felt like a outcast
and afraid loner, a late grower, no pain shower
atleast not when i stayed sober
cos the higher i get well the more i forget
in a days coma, became a stoner
once a widow i get to a pick and the meth
it was game over (game over)
thought life was easy til i lived it a little
what i seen scared me
would pray to be saved
til i made an escape on that green fairy
abstinal absinthe, be weary
red hat to the side, black trackies
they like, whats he wearing
but when have you ever seen me caring
sleep rarely, my dreams vary
bout to end it fast like in hollyoaks
next to my oldest foes
i sold a dose in some moldy clothes
then i stole the roach
just souls and ghosts
im cold and gross
but speak heaps for the beats
you amatuers know this
packed with emotion
max to the voters
i could travel the ocean ready for all
ready for anything, ready for all
beheadin my enemies, every melody
ended their dreams when we entered the door
step to the ward, our loony bin
many disorders, nooses thin
stress from the trauma, fetch ya some water
medicine for the mood im in
kogz

i guess its plain to see im nuts
they hate my guts
its okay with me
i came from nothing
and changed to somethin that they aim to be so
if you really wanna fight me
fight me inside psych wards cri-minal walls
screamin about street dreams that i seen
as the night falls eyeb-lls bleeding like white wolves
my city has color
my city has a
my city so gritty ima k!ll it in a minute put the city in a bar
swing it w-lly nilly
make you feel it in your heart
can’t deal with you half assed children, you whine hard
half arnt real, you would squeal with your arms up
after a deal won’t chill with a nark nah
came from the a lines
spray lines, wake up, famous from late night
same lines break, take ya from great heights
straight to the bottom, cops f-ck ya the same night
what, what
sinner in the middle with a finger for the plus 6 figures in the dark
psych ward
no limits, picture it, im the bar with a mirror in the path that signs for em
id die for em
id fight for em
give em every little bit of life for em
thats my thoughts
thats life when you living in the middle of the psych ward
swingin on the cyborgs
im gone
find me swinging from the pillars by my cord
i am raw
forfeit or your corpse sits in that white chalk

mysc

been committed since day one
and the loony bin is our house
too legit and lose the sh-t
the rudest pr-cks with foul mouths
stoop the kids say prove it then
assuming sh-t, now now
sit ya -rs- down b-tch you ain’t fit to ask
now bow down
truly wild as sh-t, juveniles a risk
suicidal kids transform
that crew and style they spit ruthless now
stick through the foulest sh-t, had more
days of fighting that i planned for
it saved my life, its a platform
as raw as crack wh0res back door
rappers act more like actors with the gat or glasgow
its a fullest mistake
get up in the booth just to put in my place
rage is the whoopin that i use when i lose
everytime i do you should see the look on their face
a ton of motivation that you couldn’t replace
lucifers sayin hallelujah for days
look at all the lunatics that crew is just something that couldn’t be tamed
yo now the room is lit
so luminous
no room to manoeuvre removing it
whod have knew the sh-t
dudes losin it
when you knew the crew had a gook in it
an annoying truth
pipe up, hit em with a point to prove
so pass me the oil and the lube
gonna leave your little oyster destroyed when the boys are through

sever

back in the day i was rockin the dada
had a posca or marker
droppin a masterpiece in the street
every block that i passed
god demolished them faster
then i rock it in gaza
cos the problems are harbourin
hover the head in a cloud of regret
like the smoke that i blow from my nostrils
are halfa weed or
pills like 1, 2, 3, 4
they said all my head caused without the meds
when sever is stressed i see-saw, see more
ahead of most but im heading to shows
and dead those who will ever oppose
regret grows
as i get em to ghost 3 seconds a roast
and boast flows thatl bury my folks, need floors
not deep, this is before i met complete
this is before were spittin it raw
and people ignored us on beat, before we’d listen
to all the sickest before us, mobb deep
id sit in the court, wishing i was more than a victim report
in got beef, but we
kicking in doors with the rhythm and god i feel flaws with the women and lords
i hit tours where given applause
and were spittin our chords
of course always in position to be given support to your sh-t, i can’t get enough of me, more sh-t
the stuff we perform, the love for the form
f-ckin conform for nothin
we on psych ward b-tch

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