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bukshot - maniac lyrics

[intro]
there are no typical murderers. some plan their crimes meticulously, while others k!ll on impulse
hahahahahahaha

[verse 1: bukshot]
i got a problem with authority, hot chicks i like, ignoring me
mainstream songs are torturing
my brain lately, abnormally
the case, my mental’s warning me
need some sp+ce, i need importantly
embrace, these people boring me
in ways, imagine horribly
i’ll put your lights out homie, say goodbye to lightbulbs
i don’t even have to have a reason i’m just spiteful
i always hit my target deadly, sniper rifle
pop that basket case right off yo neck just like a psycho
that sl+t was talking sh+t but d+mn i thought she was so gorgeous
i slit her throat from ear+to+ear i just love f+cking corpses
the way i think’s distorted
some think i’m sick and morbid
f+ck all their views, ignore it
instead watch me record it
they call me boba fett the way i bounty hunt my victims
they’re good at talking sh+t but can’t realize they’re f+cking slipping
these people think it’s just a game until they come up missing
i’m never satisfied till i see blood on walls and dripping
[pro+chorus: bukshot]
egotistic maniac
weirdo schizophreniac
h+rny necrophiliac
tell me where the ladies at
homicidal maniac
weapon+packing psychopath
mainstream hypochondriac
your label i’m aiming at

[chorus: grewsum]
i’m a maniac, nightmare walking psycho tripping
i’m a maniac, pistol+popping blood is spilling
i’m a f+cking maniac, late+night stalking mindless k!lling
i’m a maniac, heads you’re chopping spineless villain

[verse 2: grewsum]
i’ma maniac and i mainly act like a psycho
i might go crazy, slash your face off with a saw till the blade is snapped
raw to the core and i’m claiming that
with no cause for remorse, that’s par for the course
when you’re talking about how i maim and hack
get tossed in the morgue that i got out in storage
locks on the door and it’s staying latched
i’m out my mind, you know grew’s nuts
i crossed the line, i do too much
with that monster sh+t like zombie fl!cks or r.l. stine with them goosebumps
creature featured like the leprechaun
with the weapon drawn that’ll eat your features
no comic+con i won’t meet+and+greet ya
if you stop this song then i feast and eat ya
that sl+t was talking sh+t but d+mn i think she’s fed a bull
catch yo coming out the crib and i’m swinging from the hip, no telling where the head will go
slide out intestines slow
i don’t invest in rope, tie her up with that and throw+up in the back of that truck cause the engine smokes
never learned that lesson though, they still keep camping here
crystal lake it just isn’t safe, i’ve been k!lling dates in this mask for years
drag the bodies like splattered deer
hang ’em up like a chandelier
i drink the blood so let’s have a cheers to pain and love and everlasting fear
[pro+chorus: bukshot]
egotistic maniac
weirdo schizophreniac
h+rny necrophiliac
tell me where the ladies at
homicidal maniac
weapon+packing psychopath
mainstream hypochondriac
your label i’m aiming at

[verse 3: kidcrusher]
i’m above high
she’s hitting the club, looking for a b+tch to get her covered in blood
i find a little b+tch and she’s looking kinda tasty
gotta get her home, gotta get a little wasty
oh sh+t what am i thinking, my d+ck does all my thinking
my p+ss this b+tch be drinking
oh sh+t, yeah now she’s stinking
tie her up to the bed, get kinky
gotta get a little nibble on her little pinky
get down and drink your little juice
wrap her neck in a tight little noose
start f+cking her with my abuse
i’m a maniac with no excuse
i ain’t never gonna let you loose
your screams now i produce
let me introduce your face to a plastic bag
now suffocate
now i dance around your body like i’ve got some swag, and m+st+rbate
then i get up on the net and i start to brag, and ej+cul+te
then i start to think my life is oh so sad, and actually
[bridge: kidcrusher]
i’m a f+cking piece of sh+t
i love that b+tch, and i k!lled her, f+ck, sh+t
well i guess i can still make love to your severed head

[pro+chorus: bukshot]
egotistic maniac
weirdo schizophreniac
h+rny necrophiliac
tell me where the ladies at
homicidal maniac
weapon+packing psychopath
mainstream hypochondriac
your label i’m aiming at

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