Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Lunatic

(he's a paranoiac who's a to our society)

[ verse 1: bill ]
Paranoid, in a deep sweat
Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the ends
The sight of blood me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and watch you to death
I the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place with me at the time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute my fuckin mind
down, back to reality
Don't fear death, cause I know that it's to me
Flashes, I get of jason
Gimme a knife, a lives I'm wastin
The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a
Pussy play superman, your get boxed up
Put him in a jacket, the man's sick
is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic

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

[ verse 2: bill ]
Lookin her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin
Shouldn't have had her open, so that's her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her
Drug her in, slammed her down on the couch
out my knife, said, "if you scream, I'm cuttin"
Opened her legs and commenced the
She me not to kill her, I gave her a rose
Then slit her throat, and watched her till her eyes closed
Had sex with the corpse before I her
And drew my name on the like helter skelter
Run for never crossed my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and a nine
Dial 911 for the
But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a

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

[ 3: scarface ]
I sit alone in my four-cornered starin at candles
of the people I've dismantled
I close my and in the circle
the images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bein fucked up
Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage goin for guts
Boys used to die when I'm fo that fry
I be when I'm high
So I say 'fuck' and just let fly
Like I before, scarface is my identity
A maniac with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a
And bitch, equipped, ain't takin no shit
Cause here comes a

[ 4: scarface ]
My gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke
So I went to her mother's house and cut out her
Her grandma was standin there, she was out, "brad!"
As she for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass
to the back and grabbed a shovel
Now on her way to meet the devil
Pulled out my .38 and at the bitch
A cop (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, suck my dick
I said, "die, muthafuckas!" as I
Something in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
The scent of buckshots in human
Pigs dyin from wounds to the chest
No sheriff's take me on a road
as fuck, and let his pistols explode
Fuck that, cause I to die
So I my uzi and fired up another fry
It got me as fuck
A ragin psychotic full of that angel's
The cops had the place
for a way to get out - I found it
Innocent watch me set an example
I popped one, "let me go,
Scot
Or all of these muthafuckas comin me"
All of a the shit got silent
I wakin up, in an asylum
treated like a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and both of my was slit
Think this is harsh? this as harsh as it gets
No what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic

(maniac)
(maniac)
(ma-) (mani-) (maniac)
(I quit)

[ 5: willie d ]
1st 1966
A fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
I been killed
But sister fucked and let me live
Now I developped a behaviour
Fuck with me, and slay ya
Ass, recognition, shit
Your dental records couldn't prove identity, bitch
I beg pardon, on talkin to borden
You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your cartons
Cross the line, ass is mine
I give a fuck if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't me
Your funky ass will be pushin up
You wanna know what me click?
My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a

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

[ 6: willie d ]
I ain't got it all, so fuck with me
Unless your ass wanna be made
I'll blow your muthafuckin up
And if your wife and kids are inside, fucked
I don't give a who I slay
Don't let me get a hold of e&j
Cause when the hit the fan
I'll stab your ass quicker a mexican
The nightmares I leave you on the scene
make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, son of a
I got the mind of a