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state of cykosis - organ grinder lyrics

[intro: the false prophet]
come, come, everybody. gather round, yes, get off the floor. my name is mr oregon the anchor. how was everybody today? come, yes, listen to me play. listen to my sweet melodies. come, listen to me play, listen to me, rip jack!

[verse 1: the false prophet]
grind, grind motherf-cker grind
how many dead bodies do you think i can find
snooping like a bloodhound, [?] what i found
p-rn of violence, playing own [?]
my victims can’t owe a d-ck
’cuz they’re all rotting, decaying its sh-t
i took everything they own like jim jones
follow the false prophet and turn the phones
i’m picking in the window at your mom taking the shower
she’ll be [?] the [?] the house
and now was standing picking my hand
but as megan and looking like tarzan
cops checking through the hood, [?] my [?]
i’ll leave the pants and [?] eavesdropped
something hanging clothes, do some around me
flashlight in my face, [?]
i put the psycho maniac, end up your [?]
playing with my word and grinding up death hole
n-body knows, n-body knows
gut sl-t out my head and i’m running out nose
playing with fire, that’s my desire
i said i didn’t do it but maybe i’m a liar
burn motherf-cker burn motherf-cker burn
i can hear the innards in my grinder turn
you can’t see and you can’t hear
you can’t mind me ’cuz i know where i’m here
a psychopathic’s dream is not reality
ya [?] in the house, what a pity

[chorus x2: the false prophet]
listen to the organ grinder
middle of the night, he might find ya
[?] the -ss on ya lawn
[?] your -ss to the [?] dawn

[verse 2: black bart]
prophet f, black bart
rip yo f-cking head apart
it’s a death dame, b-tch, without a [?]
i tie ya body down and light you up with the duce duce
[?] when you stomp and kick
slice in the kneecap my few in the d-ck
you make me sick, you wish little momma’s boy
the momma’s boy get this punk -ss destroyed
i am with the meat cleaver, alright
i’ll stab you in the neck then i’ll slice you in the eye
blood pourin out ya d-mn wit
rollin on the ground and you squeal like a baby pig
oink, oink, you little trick, oink, oink, you little hoe
but those little piggy ain’t got a big toe
‘cuz i cut the bad f-cker on the [?] to my pit
he threw the bone on the ground next to the tip
oh sh-t, here comes activity
i’m gonna clean up the body so they don’t see
so i take a quick b-tton in my -ss yo
sip motherf-ckers with they hot blood [?]
bloodstains on the rug, drag ’em in the closet
but no big deal, i’ll wash em in the [?]
so

[chorus]

[interlude: the false prophet]
oh yes, thank you everybody, thank you so much, thank you very much, oh yes, thank you for coming today, yes but-but-i’m-i-imust go, i’m sorry, i must go, i must go and-i must go and cry, that’s what-that’s what makes me sick

[verse 3: the false prophet]
he’s a godd-mn sicko maniac
death becomes your worst nightmare
dead bodies, [?] ’till he’s here
all your life or you’re here
listen to my ears (ears)
you’ll never see the front two witches
we [?] stepped out b-tches (b-tches)
you could never imagine
riding down [?] waggin’
but you know who’s coming near
the organ grinder’s almost here
look who’s coming down your line
run, escape, what a [?]
you can’t hide from [?] mine
if this wasn’t [?] you, he’ll bring wine
if this was but it stopped
this was real, he won’t stop
into the grinder, you’ve been dropped

[chorus x9]

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