A Little Fucked Up

I know you hate it

Butcher knife is serrated

Ever since I could mate

I've been murder infatuated, morbidly fascinated

So keeping me medicated is probably the only way

That I'm ever safe to come play with

Hard to understand like I'm speaking another language

To people who never wrapped up a body inside a blanket

And heave it into a river with heavy shit

That'll take ya to the bottom

I'm telling y'all

Hang with the down trodding

From causing your town problems

I'm feeding your broke condoms

Full of my cum squadrons

Come from along, got 'em all wrong

So please don't be surprised when you sleep with my chainsaw

Addicted to getting brain from dumb broads with smut mouths

To keep away from them bum thoads that go all out

And I'm rap's equivalent to a chemical fallout

And I'm only here to let them demon dogs out

I'm a little bit fucked up in the head

Who wanna see their skulls outside of they face?

Tuck their tongue inwards just to see how they soul tastes

Fingers through their temples, touching brains as they meditate

In a cannibalistic, pessimistic, zombie-like state

Overcome and I ain't infected by the sickness

My mind's lights out, total darkness and bring the wicked

Like a soul weaver, weaving in and out of consciousness

Like the nightmare you can't contain in your sleep, so bitches

Here to move for the thought, a headless body on the wall

Is it your body? Where's your head?

It must be down the hall, is it tangled in intestines?

Screaming and trying to reconnect

In hopes of reanimating a head to a severed neck

I'm a mad man, ate blocks with light malice in hammock

A couple buckles short of our straightjacket

I'm manic depressant - in an essence, I'm fucked up

Can't blast images that appear, and the voices never stop

Even when I cover my ears

I never said that I was sane

Something inside my brain got me crazy

Fuck, call me deranged

Fuck, label me weird and strange

There's a thousand voices that say

I should take my broken mind and maybe just do away with it

Fuck it, give me another minute

I'll be laughing, making a casket, laying my ass in it

Fuck it, forget it, I've already made it and laid in it

And nothing's different, my head keeps spinning and I keep grinning

Cause I'm a lunatic laughing

Right from the beginning all the way to the nuthouse

I'll be the opposite of winning but right now

I'm only here to kidnap women and children, and turn the lights out

I've given a hundred degrees of insanity, please

Go get your kids and your wife out

It's only seconds until I go get the knives out

And I told you I'm a couple bulbs short up in my lighthouse