Maniac

Lyrics

[Intro: Frank Zito] Please, they'll take you away from me. You have to be careful, not to listen to me. But I can't live like this. I have to go out and each time it's like this. I get so scared that they'll take you away. But they won't if you do what I say. They won't take you away, not ever I swear. Not ever [Verse 1: Nataslive] Speak with the sickest angle [?] Lyrics are like getting kicked in the face by Ronaldinho [?] so much and for girls, all this semen in their glucose My hobby is digging graves for rappers like killing two quotes Bruised arms we're thinking and leave cruise ships sinkin' Got a verse for every time that my eyes have been blinkin' I'm about mischief 'cause that's the only thing that I known Worshippin' Satan since I was only six months old In that zone, they eat your heart and rip out souls Then use the blood on my hands to play tic-tac-toe Or spend a dollar on my lady, don't even pay her attention I'm a devil with a brain that's sharper than razor's edges Forever be demented by Satan's eternal death grip Fascinated by death and anything that's decrepit I'm the best at what I do, my favorite color is rouge That's the last colored scene when death is coming for you Is it true that I like to draw people in [?] blue? Yeah, it is 'cause my bloodstream's made of liquor and booze In the booth, my words are so rotten they make me spit blood Strangle women on sight so now I'm banned from the strip club A sick fuck that doesn't believe in the legal system [?] shows on Ouija board so my audience are my victims Sunlight was ultraviolet, really hard to comply with I was born between the shores, the land of Alcatraz Island [Verse 2: C1N1K1LL] I'm the binocular marketer, call me Vlad Dracula 'Cuz when I slice a throat, it's like a film from John Carpenter Prince Of Darkness, straight out the Mouth of Madness Cigarette burns you sluts demand this To get beat up in a minute like Ike Turner did Tina I'm executing your baby moms in front of the galleria Peace to Evill Dead and all the spirits From bringing death to the streets like Martin Van Buren I've been haunted by traumatic occurrences Frank Zito's my primo, I put blood in thermoses I'm a human monster like Kevin Costner In Mr. Brooks, I'll be waiting for you in my locker I'll blast a hole through your forehead with a twenty-two C1N1K1LL, Masters Of Horror, what'd it do? Lon Chaney Jr. suffering from a tumor I rather be gettin' disemboweled by a fucking cougar [?] comics of bondage, pay homage to the zombie amish Tearing down your cottage makes you wanna vomit This damn continent should be hit with a comet Or a dead punch from a [?] [Interlude: C1N1K1LL & Casacas] Yo, C1N1K1LL! Yo, Maniac rap What the fuck you down? C1N1K1LL, Nataslive, Casa-motherfucking-Cas, 2009 Maniac shit, word up Motherfucking Horrorcore, Horrorcore Check it out now Yeah [Verse 3: Casacas] I'm a motherfucking Maniac back with a scene, keep your heart racing To murder off you fucking faggots be determination No longer waiting for a face to face confrontation Murder rap is what I'm playing, it's a fascination Stick a blade in your guts I'm disgustingly taken You like smash you in the jaw with the head of the mic I'll pull your fucking body to pieces with dynamite No hoes [?] here, that you can't [?] with a [?] Who it be? Have a guess The name begins with C and ends with an S (motherfuckers) Maniac up on the set, decapitate the heads of the priests and leave them for dead [Outro] Frank, mommy had to punish you... Please, please, mommy, please, don't lock me in the closet Frank, you've been a bad boy... Please, please, mommy, please, please don't lock me in the closet You know mommy loves you... Please, mommy, please, mommy, please, I'll be good, I promise