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letra de bump in the night - kmakze

(hook) x2

i am (a k!ller)
i am (a motherf-cking murderer)
i am (i’m crazy)
i am (your worst f-cking nightmare)

i grew up watching movies, gave me nightmares every time
the fear became my confidence, and i began to dine
in h-ll with all the demons, and i became the films
living out my fantasies where i would k!ll at will
there’s no method to the madness, no reason to the rhyme
as i stalk you from the bushes, i could strike at any time
and k!llers move in silence, come blowing with the wind
kicking in the door, then commit themselves to sin
slashing at my wrists, slice into my skin
make myself feel your pain, high on adrenaline
and writing’s all i do, take a look upon my shelves
got books of numbers, triple digits, all repeating, six, six, sixes
painted on my walls, burned into my mind
sick sequential patterns of some random homicides
and in the end, no one knows, why it’s even done
while the only one who really does is the reason why you run

(hook) x2

p-rnography and pills, to satisfy my hunger
finding victims on the internet, a savage motherf-cker
ruthless in my motives, methodical and sly
collection of my knives ordered according to size
spoiled for choice, in the case of my murder material
all an act of god with a complex so ethereal
it shatters my sanity, so i’m living on the edge
of a knife, on the blade, puncturing your abdomen
disposing of the corpse in a shallow grave out back
wrapped in sheets, tattooed in scars, souvenirs of my attack
label me s-d-stic, schizophrenic diagnosis
that’s just psychobabble bullsh-t, i’m not crazy and i know this
just bored in need of fun, so new hobbies i pursue
stalking unsuspecting mothers with their children at the zoo
and little do they know, i’ve got caskets in my bas-m-nt
and toe tags at the coroners office labeled in advancement

(hook) x2

i got a problem with obsession, sicker thoughts when i’m awake
wicked prayers before i fall asleep, right and wrong, there’s no debate
’cause wrong is right in my mind, and purity don’t exist
there’s bloodstains on my switchblade, ’cause i just couldn’t resist
it’s like victim after victim, as i cement my status
as the sickest dude, on this planet, get lost in the madness
i’m a psycho and i’m reckless, check the bones on my necklace
they tell the story about a wanted, felon, menace
cloaked in catastrophe, disguised in sick malice
a perverted k!ller mastermind, obsessive, narcissist
so call the paddy wagon to my carnival of sins
make sure they lock me up for good and then lock up my kids
i k!ll and then i rape, i murder and molest
minds of all these children, blow their brains when they’re depressed
so hand me a blade and let me loose, there’s no remorse just tie the noose
and when all this is said and done, i’ll be dead, in my bas-m-nt hung

- kmakze

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