"All That She Wants Is Madness (Street Villains Collection)" lyrics
Blood Brothers (Necro & ILL BILL) Lyrics
Hope to God it'll torture you to madness
Hit em
Mental health conditions
Got me preforming self-incisions (Slice)
Committing murders on stealth missions (Manson)
For those with wealth ambition
Who embellish in Satanism
Sacrificing pigeons on pentacles for hellish religions
The modern me practicing sodomy, mojo lobotomy like pottery
You're odd to me, opposite of what's hot to me
I got a vast array of disorders
You're passed away when slayed and slaughtered
The Master, obey, what I display is morbid
Specific symptoms: terrific pimpin'
Scientifically horrific hieroglyphic lyric prolific, limpin'
Sometimes I feel like
Somebody's watchin' me, brainwashin' me harshly
Paranoia like you scared to fly
My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die
Numerous factors, humorous actors
Your uterus gets fractured, cerebrum with a tumor on its axis
This is absolute madness
All right now, let's assume that there is a method to his madness
Can I play with madness
Vampires, zombies and werewolves
Only scare fools, the real world is scarier
Monsters are metaphors for real evil
Murderers and cannibals, some real people
Who sold my soul to demons, an evil overachiever
Needed bloodbaths to laugh since ten years old
Started skinnin' neighborhood cats to cleanse my soul
Cut open my neighbor's golden retrievers, go in with the clever
Gaggin' from the stench of it's body decomposing in ether
That's when I knew this was for me, the power of God
Ultimate control over your life or death is mine!
Zoomin' impulse off of results of torturing folks
Unfortunate souls, that chose wrong at the fork in the road
Final destination is set, feel the vibration's of death
In ya' chest every time you take a breath
Staring in to eyes of horror? Anguish
And laugh? For ransom then send maggots
Clears the path to madness
This is madness
Of course writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness
Can I play with madness
Hit em
Mental health conditions
Got me preforming self-incisions (Slice)
Committing murders on stealth missions (Manson)
For those with wealth ambition
Who embellish in Satanism
Sacrificing pigeons on pentacles for hellish religions
The modern me practicing sodomy, mojo lobotomy like pottery
You're odd to me, opposite of what's hot to me
I got a vast array of disorders
You're passed away when slayed and slaughtered
The Master, obey, what I display is morbid
Specific symptoms: terrific pimpin'
Scientifically horrific hieroglyphic lyric prolific, limpin'
Sometimes I feel like
Somebody's watchin' me, brainwashin' me harshly
Paranoia like you scared to fly
My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die
Numerous factors, humorous actors
Your uterus gets fractured, cerebrum with a tumor on its axis
This is absolute madness
All right now, let's assume that there is a method to his madness
Can I play with madness
Vampires, zombies and werewolves
Only scare fools, the real world is scarier
Monsters are metaphors for real evil
Murderers and cannibals, some real people
Who sold my soul to demons, an evil overachiever
Needed bloodbaths to laugh since ten years old
Started skinnin' neighborhood cats to cleanse my soul
Cut open my neighbor's golden retrievers, go in with the clever
Gaggin' from the stench of it's body decomposing in ether
That's when I knew this was for me, the power of God
Ultimate control over your life or death is mine!
Zoomin' impulse off of results of torturing folks
Unfortunate souls, that chose wrong at the fork in the road
Final destination is set, feel the vibration's of death
In ya' chest every time you take a breath
Staring in to eyes of horror? Anguish
And laugh? For ransom then send maggots
Clears the path to madness
This is madness
Of course writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness
Can I play with madness
Writer(s): Bill Braustein, Ron Braunstein
