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letra de mind of a lunatic (the geto boys reworked) - marilyn manson

paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat
thinkin i gotta f-ck somebody before the week ends
the sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head
sit down, and watch you bleed to death
i hear the sound of your last breath
shouldn’t have been around, i went all the way left
you was in the right place with me at the wrong time
i’m a psychopath, in a minute lose my f-ckin mind
calm down, back to reality
don’t fear death, cause i know that it’s promised to me
flashes, i get flashes of jason
gimme a knife, a million lives i’m wastin
the shadow of death follows me, i don’t give a f-ck
p-ssy play superman, your -ss’ll get boxed up
put him in a straight jacket, the man’s sick
this is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic

(he’s a paranoiac who’s a menace to our society)
(he’s a) (he’s a)
(he’s a paranoiac who’s a menace to our society)

lookin through her window, now my body is warm
she’s naked, and i’m a peepin tom
her body’s beautiful, so i’m thinkin rape
shouldn’t have had her curtains open, so that’s her
fate
leavin out her house, grabbed the b-tch by her mouth
drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
whipped out my knife, said, “if you scream, i’m cuttin”
opened her legs and commenced the f-ckin
she begged me not to kill her, i gave her a rose
then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her
eyes closed
had s-x with the corpse before i left her
and drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
run for shelter never crossed my mind
i had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine
dial 911 for the b-tch
but the cops ain’t sh-t when they’re f-ckin with a
lunatic

(another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)
(maniac) (maniac)
(another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)

i sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles
dreamin of the people i’ve dismantled
i close my eyes and in the circle
appears the images of sons of b-tches that i murdered
flashbacks of bodies bein f-cked up
once i attack, i’m like a pit on a rage that’s goin for
guts
boys used to die when i’m full fo that fry
i be ebbin when i’m high
so i say ‘f-ck’ and just let bullets fly
like i said before, scarface is my ident-ty
a homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
i’m on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip
and b-tch, come equipped, ain’t takin no sh-t
cause here comes a lunatic

my girl’s gettin skinny, she’s strung out on c-ke
so i went to her mother’s house and cut out her throat
her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out,
“brad!”
as she reached for the telly, i put the blade on
granny’s -ss
went to the back and grabbed a shovel
now granny’s on her way to meet the devil
pulled out my .38 and aimed at the b-tch
a cop says (freeze, m-th-f-cka!) b-tch, suck my d-ck
i said, “die, m-th-f-ckas!” as i blasted
something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in
plastic
the scent of buckshots in human flesh
pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest
no sheriff’s gonna take me on a road
dark as f-ck, and let his pistols explode
f-ck that, cause i ain’ts to die
so i reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry
it got me crazy as f-ck
a ragin psychotic full of that angel’s dust
the cops had the place surrounded
hunted for a way to get out – i found it
innocent bystanders watch me set an example
i popped one, “let me go, goddammit
scot free
or all of these m-th-f-ckas comin with me”
all of a sudden the sh-t got silent
i remember wakin up, in an asylum
bein treated like a troubled kid
my shirt was all bl–dy, and both of my wrists was slit
think this is harsh? this ain’t as harsh as it gets
no tellin what’s bein thought up in the mind of a
lunatic

(maniac)
(maniac)
(ma-) (mani-) (maniac)
(i can’t quit)

november 1st 1966
a d-mn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
i shoulda been killed
but sister f-cked around and let me live
now i developped a criminal behaviour
f-ck with me, and i’ll slay ya
-ss, beyond recognition, sh-t
your dental records couldn’t prove your ident-ty, b-tch
i beg your pardon, on talkin to borden
you’ll never find a m-th-f-cka, so save your milk
cartons
cross the line, your -ss is mine
i don’t give a f-ck if you’re 9 or 99
blind, crippled, and crazy, don’t faze me
your funky -ss will be pushin up daisies
you wanna know what makes me click?
my psychiatrist said i got the mind of a lunatic

(let’s get out of here, that guy is crazy)
(ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac)

i ain’t got it all, so don’t f-ck with me
unless your -ss wanna be made history
i’ll blow your m-th-f-ckin house up
and if your wife and kids are inside, they’re f-cked
i don’t give a d-mn who i slay
don’t let me get a hold of some e&j
cause when the sh-t hit the fan
i’ll stab your -ss quicker than a mexican
the nightmares i leave you with on the scene
will make freddy b-tch -ss look like a wet dream
this is fact, not fictional, son of a b-tch
i got the mind of a lunatic

- marilyn manson

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