Bates Theory

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Bones] Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho [Verse 1: The R.O.C.] Psycho sick-ass maniac is in my spread I'm your American nightmare back with a shaved head My output of rhymes tells you not to fuck with me My input is deadly, don't test me I'll light your ass up like the Fourth of July I'll even split my chest open and let the monsters fly I'll turn into a snake in the grass and poison your weed I'll shoot up your [dome?] just as you turnin to leave Your head explodes, I pick up the pieces and feed my face You think it's sick? I say this shit tastes like peaches Check my pieces of my body lurks beneath the covеrs You gon' suffer, motherfucker, 'causе the smoke smothers Bury your motherfuckin' ass, so don't step to this Tricks or treat, return to me, you punk bitch Read the lips of the dead bodies, I keep 'em packed Sho 'nuff, it's rough bein' mad and fucked up Let it rain on the heads of my enemies Let it rain R.O.C.'s 'til they can't breathe Listen to the words they served your ass like bitches My brain feels the maggots, but it's the Bates Theory [Chorus: Mr. Bones] Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho [Verse 2: Mr. Bones] Master of insanity, hold onto your brain, 'cause here we go On a trip through the mind of a psycho Oh shit, something happened, some of a bitch Goddamn, I'm the man with the wicked shit Hold my hand and walk with me down the trail Blood and guts, the product of my grim tales It never fails, my mind's always on the blink Twisted illusions makes it hard to think Beneath the skin, finds the blood Another slash to your throat hope you don't die in the flood A psychotronic motherfucker with the intent to kill Just to suffice all my demented thrill Blood will spill, I got the chills Dump the mutilated body on the highest fuckin' hill Sacrificing place kickin' up much dust Hold my skull and hope that my brain don't bust Quite deranged when kickin' my Retro rhymes Some hard time in the theater of the mind What is mine is always seekin' the truth Bringin' the facts to all my demented youth [Chorus: Mr. Bones] Psycho, psycho Psycho, psycho Psycho, psycho Psycho, psycho [Verse 3: Hektic] Flip the script, and I'll pray somebody listen [They pray?] this ain't religion Time to bleed my brain for information Spreadin' evil as I spin in a revelation Psycho trippin', I'm mesmerized by this [Michael killer with?] hypnotized and shit Take my time to write my tombstone scripts Can't you read? Too late your wig split Fuck it, the time has come to seal fate Nails in a casket sunk to a bottomless lake Rotten flesh will burn to the very day [Illuminati?], but I'm gonna get you anyway Spirits creepin' to the outside at midnight Full moon rising with thoughts, [how they sit right?] Cruise the boneyard, I now feels the need To cause havoc on this town and watch it bleed Gruesome tales, a horror's past with bloodshed Smash a skull [?] I'm braindead My job is done in this town, yeah, so let's go Everybody fears a motherfuckin' psycho [Outro] [?] (Psycho! Psycho!) My mind feels the maggots, my mind [But it's the Bates,?] the Bates Theory The Bates Theory The Bates Theory The Bates Theory What's up? Ha ha ha ha