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letra de a little fucked up - twiztid

[verse 1: monoxide]
i know you hate it
butcher knife is serrated
ever since second grade
i’ve been murder infatuated, morbidly fascinated
so keeping me medicated is prolly the only way
that i’m ever safe to come play with
hard to understand like i’m speaking another language
to people who never wrapped up a body inside a blanket
and heave it into a river with heavy sh-t
that’ll take it to the bottom
i’m telling y’all
hang with the downtrodden
and causing your town problems
i’m feeding your broad condoms
full of my c-m squadrons
come from a long column of wrong
so please don’t be surprised when you see what my chainsaws
addicted to getting brain from dumb broads with smart mouths
and keep away from them bum frauds and go all out
and i’m rap’s equivalent to a chemical fallout
and i’m only here to let the demon dogs out

[hook]
i’m a little…
i’m a little bit f-cked up in the head
i’m little… i’m a little…
i’m a little bit f-cked up in the head

[verse 2: jamie madrox]
who wanna see they skulls outside of they face?
tuck they tongue inward just to see how they souls tastes
fingers through they temples, touching brains as they meditate
in a cannibalistic, pessimistic, zombie-like state
overcome by night and infected by the sickness
my mind’s lights out, total darkness – it brings the wicked
like a soul weaver, weaving in and out of consciousness
like a nightmare you can’t contain in your sleep, so picture this
in a room full of blood, a headless body’s on the wall
is it your body? where’s your head?
it must be down the hall, is it tangled in intestines?
screaming and trying to reconnect
in hopes of reanimating a head to a severed neck
i’m a madman, ink blots look like malice and havoc
a couple buckles short of my straightjacket
i’m manic depressant – in an essence, i’m f-cked up
can’t blast images that appear, and the voices never stop
even when i cover my ears

[hook]

[verse 3: jamie madrox]
i never said that i was sane
something inside my brain got me crazy
f-ck, call me deranged
f-ck, label me weird and strange
there’s a thousand voices that say
i should take my broken mind and maybe just do away with it
f-ck it, give me another minute
i’ll be laughing, making a casket, laying my -ss in it, soooo
f-ck it, forget it, i’ve already made it and laid in
and nothing’s different, my head keeps spinning and i keep grinning

[verse 4: monoxide]
cuz i’m a lunatic laughing
right from the beginning all the way to the nuthouse
i be the opposite of winning but right now
i’m only here to kidnap women and children
and turn the lights out
i’m giving a hundred degrees of insanity, please
go get your kids and your wife out
it’s only seconds until i go get the knives out
and i told you i’m a couple bulbs short up in my lighthouse

[hook]

- twiztid

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