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 before the week ends
The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the
Sit down, and watch you to death
I hear the of your last breath
Shouldn't have around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place me at the wrong time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute my fuckin mind
Calm down, to reality
Don't fear death, cause I know it's promised to me
Flashes, I get flashes of
a knife, a million lives I'm wastin
The shadow of death follows me, I give a fuck
Pussy play superman, ass'll get boxed up
Put him in a straight jacket, the man's
This is what goes on in the of a lunatic

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

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

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

[ verse 3: ]
I sit alone in my four-cornered room at candles
Dreamin of the people I've
I close my and in the circle
Appears the images of sons of bitches I murdered
of bodies bein fucked up
Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for
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 said before, is my identity
A homicidal with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a
And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no
Cause comes a lunatic

[ 4: scarface ]
My girl's gettin skinny, strung out on coke
So I went to her mother's house and cut out her
Her grandma was there, she was screamin out, "brad!"
As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on ass
Went to the back and grabbed a
Now granny's on her way to the devil
Pulled out my .38 and at the bitch
A cop says (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, suck my
I said, "die, muthafuckas!" as I
Something clicked in my head, of bodies in plastic
The scent of buckshots in human
Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the
No sheriff's gonna take me on a
as fuck, and let his pistols explode
Fuck that, I ain'ts to die
So I my uzi and fired up another fry
It got me as fuck
A psychotic full of that angel's dust
The cops had the surrounded
Hunted for a way to get out - I it
bystanders watch me set an example
I one, "let me go, goddammit
free
Or all of muthafuckas comin with me"
All of a sudden the shit got
I remember up, in an asylum
Bein treated a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was
Think this is harsh? this ain't as harsh as it
No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a

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

[ 5: willie d ]
November 1st
A damn fool was with the mind of a lunatic
I been killed
But sister around and let me live
Now I developped a criminal
Fuck with me, and I'll ya
Ass, beyond recognition,
Your dental records couldn't your identity, bitch
I beg your pardon, on talkin to
You'll never a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons
Cross the line, ass is mine
I give a fuck if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, faze me
Your funky ass will be up daisies
You wanna know what makes me
My psychiatrist said I got the of a lunatic

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

[ verse 6: d ]
I ain't got it all, so don't fuck me
Unless your ass wanna be history
I'll blow muthafuckin house up
And if your and kids are inside, they're fucked
I don't a damn who I slay
Don't let me get a of some e&j
Cause the shit hit the fan
stab your ass quicker than a mexican
The nightmares I you with on the scene
Will make freddy bitch ass like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, son of a
I got the of a lunatic