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charles babis - blacked out again lyrics

do it

i’m dangerous to be around
you need a hazmat suit
and i’m so ill
that you might need a gas mask too
i bought a gas can new (yuh)
a match pack too (uhuh)
i need a chain saw
but a regular saw
that can do (in a pinch)
body’s in a glad bag new
in the trash can threw
it in the garbage
got a bag that’s new
afghan goo
splittin’ it up
for a spliff and a blunt
lit it then
just hittin’ it up
till it’s this big and done
wu+tang it
grab a can and take butane hits
too faded to do sane sh+t
move ya’ dang b+tch
before ya’ clothes are ruined
stained and you are taken
to this bas+m+nt room to lay in
you are naked
sprawled out
saws out
so i saw down
back and forth ’till all the limbs fall ’round
then i take the new gas can
try and dump it
and i take the two match packs
swipe and chuck it
i started an apocalypse
won’t stop till i’m probably dead
need more pills i’m not a zombie yet
so take extreme caution for the sneeze
cough and wheeze startin
we need coffins
he’s sleep walkin’ on his feet talkin and
he thinks he dreams all this
take ya head
split it clean apart then put it in a neat apartment
get a knock on the door
it’s the police department
i open the door
they say they got a warrant
i asked to see it
sn+tched it and f+ckin’ tore it
they say
get on the floor kid
hands behind yo’ back (never)
b+tch i’ll still whip ya’ ass and fight with no hands (yuh)
handcuffed
i stand up
give him a f+ckin’ head b+tt
duck and then jump
kicked ’em and then blood
rushed and gushed
you’ve done enough b+tch i’m f+ckin’ done get
out now or i’ll give you a f+ckin’ round house
that’ll take all of the strength about out from under you
lock you in the bas+m+nt as a p.o. f+ckin’ w
soundproof walls
n0body hears ya’ screams or comes for you
make yaselves comfortable
i have to pick the kids up from school
i leave
turn the thermostat to a hundred degrees
see
if you think this is hot b+tch
this is the oven preheating
cause i’m about to put on a d+mn spectacle (yuh)
dumped out the trash can’s
glad bag in a trash receptacle
drive by with five guys
with macs and then we pull
wake up at midnight
eat ya
go back to bed when full
i’ll hand a tech to ya
use a knife
have the best of ya
hand gats to the rest of ya
slice back at ya’ heads then ya’ done
d+mn trash receptacles full
put ’em in the recyclin’ bin
i lost my mind some time back
i need help findin’ it (mike)
we can’t find it so i’ll have to replace it
i’ll do surgery on my self while i’m awake b+tch
it is half done
i have to stitch it back up
lost four pints of d+mn blood
this is bad stuff
the world’s spinnin
whirlwind it is
swirlin’ and
whirlin’ in a circle again
i’m blackin’ out
ass is down
smash the couch
wake up to bodies in the recycle bin
f+ck
what happened now
torch ya’ skin up
you couldn’t hold a torch to this son
i’m torturous cause i was just born for this stuff
i’m wired this way
not tired today
higher than planes
i set my place to an entire ablaze
high up in flames
now i’m waitin’ patiently for ya’ on the fire escape
just so i can toss ya’ off and see if ya’ fly away
i’m chucky
this is child’s play
i could jump off the empire state
in tied restraints and still stick the landing with tied up legs
oh sh+t
did i really just burn the entire apartment
f+ck my dad’s gonna be p+ssed
lemme call the fire department
it’s a shame with all my crimes
i’ll be just tried under arson
and to think
i really wanted to set a bomb in my mother’s car next
f+ck
yeah
that’s how we do it

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