Homicidal Psycho
Chorus 1
Loaded sawed-off throw the molotov hope is all false total lost cause(IA) no more brightness only violence grows inside this slow and silent
Loaded sawed-off throw the molotov hope is all false total lost cause no more brightness only violence grows inside this slow and silent I'm a psycho homicidal I'm a psycho homicidal
Verse 1:
Hello my name is Lucifix I'm a lunatic a few assumed it but it's true that my medulla quit it's been concluded irrefutable he's Ludacris the stupidest I'll prove it bitch the fuse is lit but I won't throw the dynamite when I divide in my insides are flying over the sky tonight the bloody Cloud rains hit thunder come from under somebody's loud screams muffled by another slumber A Mother's Son discovered by his brother fried and smothered cries and shutters fill the lives of others dying lovers I'm the one behind the trouble in their lives stuff for your demise when I hunt you with some knives no bluffing I'll be coming with enough of that I duffle bags your numbers up I does the math to sum it up I'm ganna snap duck in dash til you gasped at a slow pace no trace of what happened another cold case
Chorus 2
(Reveal the crime we kill their mind, reveal the crime we kill their mind(
Loaded sawed-off throw the molotov hope is all false total lost cause no more brightness only violence grows inside this slow and silent
Loaded sawed-off throw the molotov hope is all false total lost cause no more brightness only violence grows inside this slow and silent I'm a psycho homicidal I'm a psycho homicidal
Verse 2:
Now that we seem more acquainted call me Louie a child gone insane but then he just went all kaplooey he just erupted for the fuck of it discussed it to his guts he had enough of the sucker s*** suck a dick give up your wishes and pucker up to a knuckle fists are flying your looking like a puzzle missing peices this disease is sick indeed I see the fun of it if peace is what your want then eat a piece of fuckin shit a ton of it the voice is in my brain or poison in my soul controlling focusing on pain this boy isn't the same destroying hoes opposed to him and throwing those disloyal into flames boiled the remains I got an appetite for bad advice laughing while I'm hacking up a Savage what a Savage Life have a nice night say goodbye yo and Die slow trapped inside with the homicidal psycho
Writer/s: Garrison Moore, Peter Fruge