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(Chorus)
Maybe itâs just best to leave my by my lonely, homie
Maybe we ainât friends, if you want my trust show me
People actinâ kinda funny like a full moon
Got me feelinâ dark gloom, and igniting my psycho just like some gas fumes (x4)
Maybe I should set an example, extract some blood samples
Run this razor blade across his throat and adam's apple,
Dismantle his body into pieces, sink him in this reservoir
What the fuck you starinâ at, what the fuck you take me for?
Take this as an act of war,
Dressed in black and strap my lord
Act like demons from the past Iâm tappinâ at your chamber door
Quote the raven nevermore, Edger Allen, I implore
Hope you prayed before you were placed underneath this cellar boards
Iâm so unlike my berkowitz, your existence superfluous,
My persistence to hurt you and remove you from this earth
And itâs vital that I complete the cycle,
Proceed to murder your idols on pins and needles, leave you bleedinâ with knives and rifles.
(Chorus) x2
Iâve been in this game so long,
Iâm numb to the pain, hold on
I function this way, mind gone,
You takinâ my place? (Dead wrong)
Iâm infamous, incision you to increments,
With these instruments of vigilance, have you wishinâ for innocence
Beat you into submission, bitch
Show you the mind of villain instead of killinâ it, lyrically like you ain't feelinâ this
Always perceiving, seeminâ to be the seed of a demon
Cause you canât seem to beat âem or cease âem from breathinâ.
Iâm sick of this, ignorance, illegitimate, hatinâ shit
Bitches, stay up out my mix, jockinâ on my style, so sick
You talk about my style so much you might as well be my publicist,
Twenty-ten, back again, resurrect like Iâm from Nazareth
(Chorus x2)
Huh, people actinâ real funny, you know what Iâm sayinâ?
There must be a full moon in this mother fucker of something.