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letra de lunacy - isolated beingz

[intro: 2-face & ruthless rob]
yo! isolated beingz ’bout to raise the f-ckin’ dead! ib b-tch!
homicydal maniaxe! homicydal maniaxe!
syko sain! syko sain
back up in that ass with the hard erection!

[verse 1: ruthless rob & 2-face]
i looked up at the moon and i started feelin’ funny
my blood started poolin’ and my nose turned runny
i’m known to get nutty like a ball sack, y’all whack
wannabe fake-ass mcs need to fall back
i’m all that like kenan & kel
i got you beggin’ for your life while you screamin’ and yell
will i ever give a f-ck? only time will tell
the last words that you’ll hear is i’ll see you in h-ll, b-tch
nocturnal sunlight got me havin’ cold flashes
havin’ premonitions about murder by the masses
i got body parts stashеd around like a lunatic
the baltimore wеrewolf, a real life horror fl!ck
i’m wicked like a vampire nailed to a crucifix
i’m sick like eatin’ at a witch
i bring my clique like a load of dead bodies
at the holocaust, yeah, k!llin’ is my hobby

[chorus]
let me feel your misery (lunacy! lunacy! lunacy!)
i think i need some therapy (lunacy! lunacy! lunacy!)
the moon is out here taunting me (lunacy! lunacy! lunacy!)
haunting me, now i see it’s lunacy
[verse 2: sike sick & dieabetik]
all i want to do is f-ckin’ k!ll to k!ll
so don’t act f-ckin’ stupid ’cause you know the deal
you better keep it real, boy, stop all that fake sh-t
i shoot your wife in her face, leave your pitbull shakin’
and i’m takin’ whatever you’re makin’, you ain’t makin’ nothin’
i’m stuffin’ your face like m-ffins if you think that i’m bluffin’
i kiss your daughter on the cheek, leave that b-tch f-ckin’ blushin’
i make your older brother call me like i’m crazy or somethin’
yo! dieabetik crazy, i’m lunatic tac toe
if i don’t hit that door, i’ll probably hit that ho
with my fist and my d-ck, yeah, i hit that ho
take that p-ssy like a quiz and tryna fist that ho
quit that, ho, you know i’ve been homicidal
rollin’ weed out the sixty-sixth page of the bible
i’m liable to spaz at any motherf-ckin’ minute though
my door ain’t closed, no waiting the minute i feel incentive bro

[verse 3: lex talionis & dizze dahmer]
you know once i grab the mic, then the track’s getting wrecked
it’s the homie lex talionis back on the set (wicked sindicate!)
cleanin’ up my weapons ’til i walk ’em home, party starts
when dizze’s in the kitchen making dinner with some body parts
it’s finger eatin’ good so get your plate ready
let the juices mix together in my human steak medley
so hungry, so deadly, got a destructive appetite
i cannibalize a corpse until they’re eaten back to life
i like to beat ’em up, stab ’em up, hack ’em up, k!ll ’em
another victim’s laid to rest, start the barbecue and we grill ’em
satisfy my hunger, now i’m back on a mission
you’ll want to get desert, i found a pretty little victim
between you and me our lunacy is nothing new to see
’cause for years we’ve usually murdered b-tches brutally
off huffin’ glue for weeks so reality is zany
syko sain, we been waitin’ for the world to go crazy
[chorus: 2-face & ruthless rob]
let me feel your misery (lunacy! lunacy! lunacy!)
i think i need some therapy (lunacy! lunacy! lunacy!)
the moon is out here taunting me (lunacy! lunacy! lunacy!)
haunting me, now i see it’s lunacy

[outro]
2-face! ruthless rob! dizze dahmer! lex talionis! diabetik! and sike sick, b-tch! we back up at it again!

- isolated beingz

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