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letra de poltergas - ouija macc

(devereaux!)

[verse 1]
i could never figure out what my problem is
my hypothesis maybe is the obvious
as a baby i crawled on a ouija board
then my house got smashed by a meteor
i got crushed, lost my arms and legs (uuh)
they grew back with a ghost inside my head
that night an entity began to ask
me to do things, bad things in a flash
i said, no the demon had other plans
then i broke all the fingers on my fuccin’ hands
i said no (no no no)
i said h-ll no (no!)
then my arm snapped back at the elbow (uuh!)
my necc aches that’s from the necc breaks
can’t sleep for thеse screams and the bеd shakes
i sh-t snakes they biting on my b-tt (huuuh!) and that sh-t ain’t the half i could kick my own nuts
i keep knowing the pain keeps growing
fucc it ouija take the wheel where we going? (where we goin?)

[chorus]
somethings controlling me (i’ma k!ll ’em)
it takes a hold of me
(get em! k!ll em! get em! k!ll em!)
i can’t hide from what lives inside of me [x2]
[verse 2]
so i finally let go (yeah) started slow (yeah)
hit the liquor store and everybody hit the floor
blunt to my lips, stole a whip let’s mob (whoop!)
not half bad kinda like this job (yeah!)
i murder rapists and racists and whoop whoop
i think i might’ve even dipped my nuts in a soup
my pants stained i woke up in a wellness center
seventeen corpses i guess we working well together (yeah!)
i feel confused it’s hard to discern the truth
dead psychologist bleeding on they star trek suits
he makes me tour and get a couple shows off
if i don’t i cut my own toes off
sleepless, helpless i doze off
woke up with a cheese grater tryna scr-pe my nose off
he said the carnival is why it all goes off
why the doctor always tryna give me zoloft? (i don’t want it)

[chorus]
somethings controlling me (i’ma k!ll ’em)
it takes a hold of me
(get em! k!ll em! get em! k!ll em!)
i can’t hide from what lives inside of me [x2]

[verse 3]
so ouija is a demon (he’s a demon!) or so we think ofcourse (yeah!)
i call it ouija (why is that?) cause the ouija board
he shows me things, scary things terrifying
the sun exploding and i can feel my body frying
the water rising i’m screaming my heart pounding
somehow my lungs burn i can feel the drowning
i see preppers who stopped and fuccin’ planned
where skeletons litter sand in the wasteland (gone)
one minute i’m just chillin’ with some fuego takis (nice!)
blade my eyes and i’m shaking rotten corpses off me
i feel the cold, the plague and the disease
the infection that rests on the tended breeze
so i surrender and offer ouija what he needs
and got to drop another album just to plant the seeds
my spine is twisting hold up he’s tryna tell me something
he says he’s bored i should shave my fuccin’ head or something
(man this some bullsh-t!)

- ouija macc

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