"Insain Like" lyrics
Inner City Posse Lyrics
"Who's that tapping at my window? Aah!"
(Listen to the bass)
(Get the beat to the nation, yeah.)
[Violent J:]
I go blank, [?] I grip my shank
I'm [?] you'd take death to the bank
The guardian angel must have fell off my shoulder
'Cause day by day, night by night, I'm getting colder
Demented, psychopath, klepto mental case
Smile when the blood squirts on my face
When I'm stabbing some fool in his gut
To me, it's good as sex, so I nut
Amnesia, it's always the same
I can slide a family then forget my name
It don't matter, it comes back to me
As soon as I waste another family
Homicide victim, family members cry
Those mother fuckers always catch my eye
Look 'em up, heh, you know what I'm thinking
Violent J's gonna start head shrinking, yeah
Go to the house and knock on the door
Clench my fist and cold rocked the whore
Rape the bitch and tell her nasty lies
Whip out my shank and cut out her eyes
[?] like to use handcuffs
Cut off her titties and use 'em for earmuffs
Split personalities, and my head keeps dancing
One like Hitler, the other Charles Manson
Homicide, suicide, I'm a fucking wreck
Pull your spine out your back, wrap it around your fucking neck
Butcher, I'm slicing and dicing
Cut off your head and serve it with rice
And side dishes, I'm a goddamn lunatic
[?] me 'cause I'm sick, boy
Friday nights, I get a different kind of thrill
Fuck parties, fuck women, I fucking kill
I'm a rapist, I like an innocent victim
If she's old and weak, then I'll stick 'em
Slit her stomach open and reach my hand in her
I like to find out what the bitch had for dinner
It becomes my meal 'cause my head is twisted
Cut soon after, I'm a fucking psychopathic
[?]
Just my thoughts will make you wanna throw up
The lives I take'll feel good on my brain
'Cause I'm mother fucking ass bitch goddamn insane
When I was in school, I knew I was sick
When I pissed on the floor and watched the teacher slip
Now the mind of Joe Bruce has went out
I'm Mr. Rob and Shoot, and my mind is bent out
Of proportion, my blood is scorching
Throw me a flamethrower, and I'ma start torching
Innocent people, whoever's in range
Hat full of suckers, and I'm drawing names
Kids used to laugh and call me names
Now I'm wringing the blood out their mother fucking brains
Spare Bruce Lee, Rudy, Nate, and Lacy
Rip you in half 'cause I'm goddamn crazy
(Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy)
Kill, kill, kill
Voices tell me to kill, kill, kill
Should I shoot [?] 'cause the voices are real
Living on the shit in Zug Island
Come across to Delray [?]
Dragged 'em back to my underground crawlspace
Cut off the head, but I save the face
And staple gun it to the wall
And that's all we know when ICP is on call
(Listen to the bass)
(Get the beat to the nation, yeah.)
[Violent J:]
I go blank, [?] I grip my shank
I'm [?] you'd take death to the bank
The guardian angel must have fell off my shoulder
'Cause day by day, night by night, I'm getting colder
Demented, psychopath, klepto mental case
Smile when the blood squirts on my face
When I'm stabbing some fool in his gut
To me, it's good as sex, so I nut
Amnesia, it's always the same
I can slide a family then forget my name
It don't matter, it comes back to me
As soon as I waste another family
Homicide victim, family members cry
Those mother fuckers always catch my eye
Look 'em up, heh, you know what I'm thinking
Violent J's gonna start head shrinking, yeah
Go to the house and knock on the door
Clench my fist and cold rocked the whore
Rape the bitch and tell her nasty lies
Whip out my shank and cut out her eyes
[?] like to use handcuffs
Cut off her titties and use 'em for earmuffs
Split personalities, and my head keeps dancing
One like Hitler, the other Charles Manson
Homicide, suicide, I'm a fucking wreck
Pull your spine out your back, wrap it around your fucking neck
Butcher, I'm slicing and dicing
Cut off your head and serve it with rice
And side dishes, I'm a goddamn lunatic
[?] me 'cause I'm sick, boy
Friday nights, I get a different kind of thrill
Fuck parties, fuck women, I fucking kill
I'm a rapist, I like an innocent victim
If she's old and weak, then I'll stick 'em
Slit her stomach open and reach my hand in her
I like to find out what the bitch had for dinner
It becomes my meal 'cause my head is twisted
Cut soon after, I'm a fucking psychopathic
[?]
Just my thoughts will make you wanna throw up
The lives I take'll feel good on my brain
'Cause I'm mother fucking ass bitch goddamn insane
When I was in school, I knew I was sick
When I pissed on the floor and watched the teacher slip
Now the mind of Joe Bruce has went out
I'm Mr. Rob and Shoot, and my mind is bent out
Of proportion, my blood is scorching
Throw me a flamethrower, and I'ma start torching
Innocent people, whoever's in range
Hat full of suckers, and I'm drawing names
Kids used to laugh and call me names
Now I'm wringing the blood out their mother fucking brains
Spare Bruce Lee, Rudy, Nate, and Lacy
Rip you in half 'cause I'm goddamn crazy
(Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy)
Kill, kill, kill
Voices tell me to kill, kill, kill
Should I shoot [?] 'cause the voices are real
Living on the shit in Zug Island
Come across to Delray [?]
Dragged 'em back to my underground crawlspace
Cut off the head, but I save the face
And staple gun it to the wall
And that's all we know when ICP is on call
