Voices In My Head

Lyrics

[Intro] He killed only because voices in his head told him to [Verse 1] Become a victim of your own self destruct here, trigger Squeeze it. Bless me, Father, I'm a sinner Hitman killer, [?] quest to make a notorious figure I'm an OG pride, retire Keeping woods in my [?] warmed by the fire Mental pictures of my family and friends Terrorist threats, suicide bombers I pull up to the white house Yanker [?] bang, George Bush is a gunner Reverend Jim Jones was my father I'll eat your flesh like a piranha dot with rabies Goddamn, I'm crazy Freddy Krueger, cut like gravy Burn my face so you won't forget me [Chorus] [?] fight these voices in my head [?] fight these voices in my head These voices in my head These voices in my head (Word up, I wrote it) [Verse 2] I stay away to Hell, riding corpses The smell of bodies and barels The king fucking gay faggot starts yelling I drill a hole in his head, he stops yelling Soundproof walls muff all the bitches' screams Visions of demons, charismatic overflow Sewing in your cornish roads Overtones making bones break Asses shake, I know these bitches gonna cry rape Hunter S. Thompson journals Cadillac red top Vegas strip [?] journals The gods are strip Trojan horses Burn your eye with hot Tabasco sources Motherfucking throw phones like Russell Crowe I'll kill you, faggot, leave you stiff like a corpse Blowtorch, barbecue human flesh, extreme fetish thoughts I fuck the bitch in bizarre film clip I'm the most sickest deranged lyrical lunatic I'll kill you, motherfucker [Chorus] Yeah Murder, I wrote it Psycho, sick [Verse 3] My Russian bitches and an infected heavy metal groupie I forced the hoe in prostitution when she turned 30 Psycho Thugg zeal ski mask Freddy Krueger Bad dreams, I'm in everyone's computer Joe Pesci, crazy motherfucker I'm more feared than John Gotti or any godfather I'll send you a horse's head My first warning, the next you're dead You may as well shoot yourself in the head My life's an empty black hole I got no conscience, I never had any self-control These demons haunt me I'll inject you with Ebola disease I'll cover you with a thousand killer bees Stomp your head to mush Contaminated criminal mastermind, psychotic destruction I blew out the buses in London Watching the wrong dudes on TV getting busted Let Mexicans through the border I'm gonna pick the prime meat for my slaughter Your daughter's a whore Grand Theft Auto in real life I'm gonna [?] your house and rape your wife [Interlude] Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill (Yeah) How strong was that voice? (Make your husband watch) [?] why I did [Verse 4] Cut out your eyes with my sharp razor knife Jagged blade, fuck, am I insane? [via?] the dead [?] Voodoo dance, high on posion yayo I'm a O.D. [like?] sick visions The sex pistol, I'll spit on your bitch, bro It put prohibited substance in the silicone tits, diabolical genius Carnivorous, I eat baby fetuses Continue this endgame cookbook recipe Volume two, I'm the new author The cannibal's cookbook for sale online, buy to PayPal Now I'm shipping out orders like J. Nelson in The Breakfast Club I'll smack your ass with an iron claw