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letra de the crazed one - jamie madrox

the crazed one lyrics
[intro]
oh god
god has nothing to do with it
what?
some f-cking good show, huh, cowboy? ha ha ha
what do you say? want something like that?
come one, cowboy, what do you want? who do you want? her?
what are you hidin’ up here?
oh, cowboy
-laughter-
music speaks to you every day
but you’re too deaf, dumb, and blind to listen
sometimes i just wanna jump on ya and let you shoot me
if i could, i’d grab this microphone
i’d beat your brains out with it, because that’s what you deserve
that’s what you deserve

[chorus]
always just be yourself
if people don’t like ya if you’re bein’ yourself, f-ck ’em!

[verse 1: mr. bones]
i’m just a crazy little long-haired red-faced lunatic
bringin’ you wicked rhymes, and this is how i’m doin’ it
psychedelic sh-t, as you listen to my hit
and i cast a deadly spell, send that ass straight to h-ll
rejuvenate the style to the point that it has to be
jump the funky lyrics to my vocal capacity
horrifying rhymes many suckers try to protest
but they can’t ingest my motherf-ckin’ blood fest
cannibalistic human underground dweller
bangin’ upon the door, breakin’ the locks upon the cellar
hunted by man because i’m satan’s son
otherwise known as the motherf-ckin’ crazed one
[chorus]
craving mystical lunacy [?] contagious madness
leading to excesses of sacrilegious and erotic [?]
craving mystical lunacy [?] contagious madness
leading to excesses of sacrilegious and erotic [?]

[verse 2: mr. bones]
well it’s a new style, uh, wait a minute now
i might freak the funk, but don’t call me a freaky child
but i’m the crazed one, yes i’m the lunatic
i do much damage and come equipped with the lyrics that i spit
to show that i be droppin’ [?]
a no-no in my book to give you all a good look
in my mentality although it might be kinda shady
i told you this before, playin’ [?] just don’t fade me
’cause i’m a crazy white motherf-cker
and i’m unique and know i’m not like any other brother
my names is bones, and i’m down with the midnight sons
otherwise known as the motherf-ckin’ crazed one

[chorus]
don’t look at me like i’m some f-ckin’ fruitcake or somethin’
i’m warnin’ you
don’t look at me like i’m some f-ckin’ fruitcake or somethin’
i’m warnin’ you
don’t look at me like i’m some f-ckin’ fruitcake or somethin’
i’m warnin’ you
don’t look at me like i’m some f-ckin’ fruitcake or somethin’
i’m warnin’ you
[verse 3: mr. bones]
if music be the food of death, well eat it up, eat it up
’til your brain blows up, ’cause when’s enough just enough?
i don’t know, but i keep droppin’
i hate the f-ckin’ cops, so i go on pig stompin’s
switchin’ back to the forth, keepin’ suckers guessin’
i’m packin’ a smith & wesson and teachin’ ’em all a lesson
about a young brother that’s as loony as a son of a gun
otherwise known as the motherf-ckin’ crazed one

[chorus]
craving mystical lunacy [?] contagious madness
leading to excesses of sacrilegious and erotic [?]
craving mystical lunacy [?] contagious madness
craving, craving, craving mystical lunacy

- jamie madrox

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