Sentimental Psycho

In the 5th grade, I dumped my teacher in a ditch
Stabbed her with a snow cone and ate the evidence
No one ever caught me, not sloppy when I do it
Cover my tracks so good, I could divulge in my music
And no one can do shit. No you're not on my level
I'm so conniving I have after dark meetings with the devil himself
I’m more than just a rebel, a creature that's testing it
Cause I hold it down like preachers molesting kids
Am I Violent? I say hardly
And if you disagree I'll stab you to death with car keys
Brought a whole lot to throw at the swat patrol
Kill somebody in public so cops'll know
Matter a fact, fuck that, make bombs explode!
I drink water with baking soda in it and spin it with coke
And with it I mix in a dose of blood from my vein when I croak
Got a lot of problems with sluts and old whores
Copped a pack of heated condoms to fuck a cold corpse
People hate me; they all know that I'm bad
My album should never come out like homos in Iran
I remain in the shadows, stalking so quietly
A vegetarian, humans I slaughter so violently
I do bad things and blame it all on society
This the positive side of me!

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A sickness
Is what I’m infected with, a misfit
What do we inject into a nitwit?
Who’s really no smarter than an infant
With a slit wrist
I know I’ll never be coming to my senses!
It’s sense less…repent this
Money can’t buy happiness, I wish I could rent it
I continue so relentless

I'm old school like abacuses, guillotine’s and bald dudes
Feel fucked like I'm still a teen and all nude
Sprawled screwed, no solving that
So many fucking damn nightmares that I'm an insomniac
Not a fake joke and I have to hate those
Cause I always cum hard like I masturbate stones
No cash to take home, I’m said to be foul if
I carry 3 brooms around to rape Destiny's Child with
I can't die, and these bad guys
Are my last priorities like running low on pork for the Rabbi
People wish that I would disappear like deported bums
But I'm here to stay forever like war and guns
I stay calm but my main flaw involves the pain of
Never escaping a raping sodomy
Until I give myself a lobotomy with my brain raw
In front of my wife that I just killed with a chainsaw!
The music made me do it, okay mom?
I'm way gone, this napalm tastes wrong
Got insane broads, molesting girls with Akon!

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