Curtis Foster - Mind of a Psycho

Yo
Take everything I say with a grain of salt
I may have found my calling but still my fucking brain is lost
Half of the voices inside tell me to hide
While the other half is surprised that I'm even still alive
I got these people asking me "What the fuck is the matter?"
Nothing, it's just gonna suck to buff out the fucking blood splatter
I pitter patter up to the window with a ladder
Get at her, skedaddle
Half an hour later I'm on every channel
Shit, what else do I gotta do to get laid?
Besides admitting mistakes and taking it up in the shit cave
That's a metaphor just like the horse's head
And torsos spread in bloodshed, orange and red
Across your foreign bed absorbed up in
The sheets and linen, everything that's given to the coroner
I'm warning ya before you think to consider another course instead
The Ford is revving up the engine to take you to the quarry to rest
Wait, there's more - the story don't end

Is this what goes through the mind of a psycho?
Cause my mind has got me feeling like it might blow
Can anybody help to redefine?
Can anybody help me read in between the lines?
Is this what goes through the mind of a psycho?
Cause my mind has got me feeling like it might blow
Can anybody help to redefine?
Can anybody help me read in between the lines?

Yo
I been hiding in hibernation awaiting
The day that I can be claiming my place in this game, erasing
The competition that's wasting all of the talent that's latent
Slaying the braindead and wasting 'em
Keeping 'em locked inside of my basement
I have the advantage, attacking adamant rappers
I capture they head in a lasso, slam it until it splatters
All over the walls, windows, cabinets, and even the mattress
Evil is seeping through every noun, verb, and adjective
Uh and don't forget about the gerunds too
Fuck the scenic, we gonna take you on a scaring route
Leave you bare and bruised in a hospital
Breathing air through tubes
So badly your family and friends won't even be aware it's you
I give a fuck if I sound like I'm a careless brute
I'm leaving these rappers vegetative, bleeding carrot juice
I get past the mental defenses of every enemy
With deadly intent, never stoppin' 'til they wear a noose

Is this what goes through the mind of a psycho?
Cause my mind has got me feeling like it might blow
Can anybody help to redefine?
Can anybody help me read in between the lines?
Is this what goes through the mind of a psycho?
Cause my mind has got me feeling like it might blow
Can anybody help to redefine?
Can anybody help me read in between the lines?

Yo
So when you hear a knock at the door
I'm here for ultra violence like it's Clockwork Orange
I'm here to summon silence, you won't talk no more
I'm ready, Freddy, I got machetes and Glocks for war
Look at the flick of the wrist
Rigid with rigor mortis
Look at how shook up they get at how crooked and twisted I get
Perhaps I should consider another way of living
Cause the endorphins don't kick in 'til I
Find a victim and get 'em
Into submission and finish 'em
While their vision is dwindling
Patience is diminishing, cynicism is stepping in
Psych! I'm kidding, bitch
It's music, don't take it literal
I've never kidnapped no pack of people from swimming pools
Never talked to myself for an hour after sniffing glue
But I'll tell you that the worst thing that I've ever done was skipping school
I got enough haters on my dick, here, take a pic
Text it to your mother and let me know what she thinks of it

Is this what goes through the mind of a psycho?
Cause my mind has got me feeling like it might blow
Can anybody help to redefine?
Can anybody help me read in between the lines?
Is this what goes through the mind of a psycho?
Cause my mind has got me feeling like it might blow
Can anybody help to redefine?
Can anybody help me read in between the lines?

Written by:
Matthew Curtis

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