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the psych ward (au) - daddy’s cold fingers lyrics

[chorus: complete, sever]
the psych ward, we’re like daddy’s cold fingers
the lyrics in our songs stroke all of our victims
the voice lingers
“daddy, don’t touch me, that’s my private parts”
the psych ward, we’re like daddy’s cold fingers
the lyrics in our songs stroke all of our victims
the voice lingers
“daddy, don’t touch me, that’s my private parts”

[verse 1: mysc]
this is what it’s like to be stuck and suppressed
to a drunk and undress to a rape and molest
go get stuff of the chest, the legs spread, so let’s start
you can bet you’re gonna get it when it gets hard
hard to speak, when i drill it through your +rs+ it’s weak
this is what it sounds like if scars could speak
when our lyrics creep on you while you’re half asleep
scars from father’s fingers when it comes to me
[verse 2: blunt]
when it comes to depression in my family, the sh+t’s genetic
don’t worry though, i only wanna be a schizophrenic
my time is set in place between the beast and the beaut
while my rhyme resonates among the least and the few
so here’s a toast to the lonesome who believe what we say
[?] that we’ve made
like when motherf+ckers say you gotta do it for crew
but half the time the motherf+ckers wouldn’t do it for you

[verse 3: intelekt]
i’ve been [?]
hundreds of tits, i’m a twisted son of a b+tch
this kid has done it for six years straight
without my d+ck in an ugly chick
and i’m quick when i’m runnin’ my lip
put me under arrest for hittin’ hundreds of kids in a hummer and sh+t
but you’re best to b+tton a clip, ‘fore i hit you with a kick
into your stomach and tits, these fingers are touchin’ your bricks
[verse 4: defekt]
you’re stoked, sufferin’ to breathe through emphysema
i know you love the music when you jump into a seizure
pumped with a fever to a maximum percent
my music lets loose in you’re body, like a cancer has spread
i attracted to death, and bashin’ queer c+nts
you play psych ward so loud, you pop your eardrums
and it feels like, i’m in a game from soul
‘cause my lyrics hypnotise, like brain control

[verse 5: sever]
just another rape victim, psych ward up in your system
you’re more than just a fan when you listen to the beat and rhythm
im [?], causin’ cardiac to rest
but it’s not your f+ckin’ heart, it’s my raps up in your dress
fingers pounding at your flesh, two places at once
i’ll be spittin’ on stage and still tastin’ you c+nts
feels based on your tongue, we deliver the infantry
the dopest delivery soaks up the injury
[verse 6: complete]
this industry is my kid, i like to give it advice
my lyrics symbolise how far my fingers can slide
bitterness and [?] mimics me grippin’ a mic
[?] like i haven’t written my signature right
split your insides, the way that i rep this crew
use a pencil to resent all these parental views, screw ‘em
and when they check for residue to try and get a clue
they’ll find a demented, uncensored demo that i sent to you

[chorus: complete, sever]
the psych ward, we’re like daddy’s cold fingers
the lyrics in our songs stroke all of our victims (stroke a v+g+n+)
the voice lingers
“daddy, don’t touch me, that’s my private parts”
the psych ward, we’re like daddy’s cold fingers
the lyrics in our songs stroke all of our victims (stroke her +n+s)
the voice lingers
“daddy, don’t touch me, that’s my private parts”

[outro: conplete, mysc, defekt]
the psych ward, c+nts
we +n+lly f+ck your ears in the ear +rs+s
i’m moist, like americans that get wet
yeah, daddy’s cold fingers
this is psych movement
feel the +rs+ in our lyrics
crank that, psych ward
[?] just sperm into your v+g+n+s
i love you
dude, let’s make out

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