Insain Like

"Who's that tapping at my window? Aah!"

(Listen to the bass)

(Get the beat to the nation, yeah.)

I go blank, [?] I grip my shank

I'm [?] you'd take death to the bank

The guardian angel must have fell off my shoulder

'Cause day by day, night by night, I'm gettin' colder

Demented, psychopath, klepto mental case

Smile when the blood squirts on my face

When I'm stabbin' some fool in his gut

To me, it's good as sex, so I nut

Amnesia, it's always the same

I can slide a family then forget my name

It don't matter, it comes back to me

As soon as I waste another family

Homicide victim, family members cry

Those mother fuckers always catch my eye

Look 'em up, heh, you know what I'm thinkin'

Violent J's gonna start head shrinkin', yeah

Go to the house and knock on the door

Clench my fist and [?] the whore

Rape the bitch and a her nasty lie

Rip out my shank and cut out her eye

[?] like to use handcuffs

Cut off her titties and use 'em for earmuffs

Split personalities, and my head keeps dancin'

One like Hitler, the other Charles Manson

Homicide, suicide, I'm a fuckin' wreck

Pull your spine out your back, wrap it around your fuckin' neck

Butcher, I'm slicin' and dicin'

Cut off your neck and serve it with rice

And side dishes, I'm a God damn lunatic

[?] me 'cause I'm sick, boy

Friday nights, I get a different kind of thrill

Fuck parties, fuck women, I fuckin' kill

I'm a racist, I like an innocent victim

If she's old and weak, then I'll stick 'em

[?] when I reach my hand in her

I like to find out what the bitch had for dinner

It becomes my meal 'cause my head is twisted

Cut soon after, I'm a fuckin' psythopathic

[?]

Just my thoughts will make you wanna throw up

The lives I take'll feel good on my brain

'Cause I'm mother fuckin' ass bitch god damn insane

When I was in school, I knew I was sick

When I pissed on the floor and watched the teacher slip

Now the mind of Joe Bruce has went out

I'm Mr. Rob and Shoot, and my mind is bent out

Of proportion, my blood is scorchin'

Throw me a flamethrower, and I'ma start torchin'

Innocent people, whoever's in range

Hat full of suckers, and I'm drawin' names

Kids used to laugh and call me names

Now I'm wringin' the blood out their mother fuckin' brains

Spare Bruce Lee, Rudy, Nate, and Lacy

Rip you in half 'cause I'm God damn crazy

(Crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy)

Kill, kill, kill

Voices tell me to kill, kill, kill

Should I shoot [?] 'cause the voices are real

Livin' on the shit in Zug Island

Come across to Delray [?]

Dragged 'em back to my underground crawlspace

Cut off the head, but I save the face

And staple gun it to the wall

And that's all we know when ICP is on call