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rabs music - pg, wilson, an george lyrics

(chorus)

my ideas are willing
k!ller with the steal
i’m not f+cking kidding
push me an you’ll see the real me
the villain in me
thoughts imprisoning feelings
i don’t give a f+ck
yes really
i just wanna go a bout
my day
life makes me wanna fade away
sh+t always put me in my brain
i’m insane got these
drugs i’m not f+cking dealing
higher than the castle ceiling

(verse)

we can turn this to a micheal bay movie scene
got claws like wolverine
f+ck i need some caffeine
i try to be fine but i can’t ignorе the sh+t the be upsеtting me
alll the godd+mn time
like every one that drives
by, hanging out there window waving hi
wearing a disguise, but that’s fine
i got my nine
don’t call my line, cause i won’t be there
cause i don’t f+cking care
problems i’ll ignite
don’t look at me an stare
it’s on sight we can f+cking fight through the night
werewolf my fangs sharp like knifes
forming a big appetite
ready to plot an strike
i’m planning on it
i might steal a car tonight
i don’t give a f+ck if i’m in the right
psycho path despite
counseling i might
k!ll a mother f+cker tonight
might k!ll a motherf+cker tonight
(chorus)

(verse 2)

f+ck it, i’m kicking buckets
picking pockets
an stabbing homeless
crazy sh+t i’m on it i just need a
violence (gin) a tonic
sip it on the rocks till i find my next target or vomit, jeffery dahmer sh+t i’m on it, if i had a bomb i’d drop it crazy sh+t i’m f+cking demonic
atomic, someone yelling, get that man a straight jacket f+cking lock it
i’m obnoxious, got bodies in toxins
until the the law
finds the saw
an i’m caught inside townhall on the top floor
with the men in charge
the revolver was pulled out from the drawer, now i’m playing russian roulette, what a crazy life i’ve come to bet, with three fat guys named, pg, wilson an george
wilson pulls the sh+t out first, lets it right off, blows his dome completely through the top
f+cking bullets comes back off the wall an hits george in the b+lls an while he’s bleeding out he gets on all fours an starts munching on wilson’s forearm
(chorus)

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