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letra de director's cut - yelawolf

psycho motherf-cker
psycho motherf-cker

i took my buck knife
stuck it in my bag
in a black jansport that i’ve had since 2000 cl-ss
and some duct tape, the last of a roll i used
the first of it i used to patch a hole in my bedroom window gl-ss
i broke into my trailer because this b-tch locked me out
she took my keys and threw them into the yard, but i haven’t cut my gr-ss
plus it was dark when i got home, i was driving fast
but the fog made it hard to see the road and i drove right past
had to turn around in a cul de sac, dead end
and i barely made into my dirt drive, running out of gas
a late night at work, another tailspin
got fired so i hit the bar and i got trashed
i stumbled in to find a note, “i’m gone”
“no sh-t, b-tch”
i crumble the note, and threw it on the ground, and picked up the phone
“f-ck”, she cut the wire, busted the jack with a hammer
i know, cause i can see that the plastic got bashed

i was so mad, that i went sober
with a forced laugh, i reached for the last thing that i need in my sack
(haha) a picture of us in a cab, the night we said it would work out
that didn’t last, a couple dollars short, or maybe just the wrong path
the reason was irrelevant to me, cause i just wanted payback
so i jumped in my truck, put the dash, spitted gas
and a bag pack duct tape and buck knife, and that was that
thinking

this must be a movie
cause i’m about to roll tape again
i’m about to make a movie
michael myers and superman
“look up at the sky! it’s a bird! it’s a plane!”
michael myers and superman
is it a game? or is it insane?
michael myers and superman

i pulled out the driveway, took a right on rainbow drive
while i tried to keep my truck alive, pumping down the street
i believe it was 55 outside, cold, and the window was frosted
truck died and then i crawled into the pump station
barely making it to the pump
i walked in, put my last 10 dollar bills on the desk
snuck a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
as he reached for the register, the thought sparked in my head
to leave him dead, but no, f-ck it
i’ll save his life, and put 10 in the bucket
i ain’t killing in public
it ain’t in my budget
the door, i budged it
slid through to the pump my gas as the thought
of all the sh-t she put me through, but i was glad
i had a reason to go see her now
other than to lay her down
i got a reason to treat her like a voodoo doll with this bait i found
i made the sound of screeching tires as i pulled out of the station
mind racing for the placement of my rage, i was impatient
movie in the making
so i punched the dash and my front windshield cracked
made it harder to see what was in front of me
but i mashed on the pedal, stomping through the floor
with a leak in the door
the wind whistled like a missile in a war, or a bullet from a pistols draw
reached under my seat for a bottle of whiskey and took a shot
while my stomach was in a knot, nerves shot
i mulled over the plot
“when i find this b-tch, i’ll put her in a throat lock, with a rope and a sock
duct taped on her mouth and make her look at a clock
and every second, i’m going to pop one of her boyfriend’s fingers
with a vise grip, while he’s screaming at me, “no! stop!”
when i make it to his knees
while he’s tied to a metal chair, with radio wires hooked to a live battery
i’m going to grab his head and make him stare at you
while you drill holes in his kneecaps with a screw
and this is only preview to scene 2!
take 1

(screaming)

“look up at the sky! it’s a bird! it’s a plane!”
is it a game? or is it insane?
michael myers and superman

- yelawolf

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