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letra de psychosis - lucius_rappad

[verse 1 – airflow]

look in the window of my apartment. i feel dark inside even though
im gold- spartan, i’m cold, made frosty the snowman cry, snap the
neck of a g-y, you dirty hoe man, die! starved for days, been locked
in my mind, you f-ckin come in my dungeon you’ll f-ckin die. serial
k!lling since 10, pushed a man off his skateboard, hospitalized burst
in his room and called him a skate whore. f-ck fear, i look it straight in
the eye starin back at it with death, lava mixed with cyanide you can
feel it in every breath, i’m set, like a drug addict on his chair doin meth
f-ck with me, i dare you. close the curtains on us, my fans will only
see your silhouette. bury you in the jail cell. not leavin a scent. you
are just another speck in this universe no one cares you left. you feel
me in every verse. my tongue is bursting with murk thirst. before the
bj i told your girl to tease it, headfirst. i don’t regret any lyric i served
i drank two fifths of vodka, and didn’t swerve, im not no stan to drive
off a bridge, no sir. don’t f-ck with me, all there is to it. slit your wrist
to this shit. this is psycho music

[verse 2 – obscure]

you do not know what it’s like to be me
wanting to decimate everybody that you see
slit a mall santa with a machete n’ smiled with glee
separatin’ his intestines all over the murder scene
another episode of obscene thoughts, oh no you’re caught
drop you in the ground, and wait for your body to rot
realize what i’m doing, but it tastes so good i cannot stop
not psycho, maybe my sanity is just incognito
my alter ego seems to have a deceased libido
sharing needles with my amigos at home depot
then i mutilate their heads, give them a deep throat
in the vatican, get the pope’s throat in the rope
choke him ’til he’s got spit all over his chin
take his spinal cord and make it a violin
find tiny tim and cut off his leg at the shin
grim, but his cries of terror only gives me a bigger grin

[verse 3 – lucius]

doctors haven’t given a diagnosis
some blame my psychosis on my run-ins with isis
i cause a crisis, it’s vices on a daily basis
homicidal cold cases, victims gone without traces
strangled my neighbor, timothy, with his shoelaces
hung him from the roof of his fraternity
some b-tch at lunch tried to throw a punch in my direction
i took a spatula and gave her a redneck cesarean section
now you can say that’s she’s a fraction of a person
after that physical subtraction, it was the attraction of much attention
one time in detention, i roasted this kid and he came back with a vengeance
him and his henchmen tried to give an intervention
let’s just say they now call the place dissection section
this one girl thought she could seek protection from my erection
raped the b-tch and added her to my rejection collection
that concludes this therapy session, doc

- lucius_rappad

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