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bloodstains (remix) - state of cykosis lyrics

(intro: violent j)
cykosis…are we in the haugh… cykosis, cykosis, cykosis and the wicked clowns
cykosis, cykosis, cykosis and the wicky wicked clowns

(verse 1: the false prophet)
h-llo i’m prophet f i’m very glad to k!ll you
now hold your forehead real still so i can drill right through you
when my black [?] b-tch drink a [?] witch
i plug your -ss for every penny before i hit the switch
i put my slaughter apr-n on and my splatter proof goggles
so when i do some cuttin’, all you hear is gurgles
i throw your arm in a basket like any other
and if you’re still alive all i have to do is smother
until your face turns blue i thought you knew hoe
i’m a s-d-st, i get my pleasure torturing you
my favorite color’s red i’ll pop you in the f-ckin’ head
bust my barrel down your throat until your spleen is fulla lead
cause this way ain’t no chance of livin’
but it’s the best way i freeze yo’ -ss for thanksgiving
i cook some good sh-t like ears, eyes and even tongue
rip your chest open, i think i have some hearts and lungs
ya know ya know ya know, humans do the best
just have a part of jeffery dahmer, and he’ll tell you the rest
blood blood more blood i gotta get me some
but how do i get some? mother f-cking redrum!

(interlude: violent j)
redrum, redrum, redrum, motherf-ckin’ redrum
gotta get more blood gimme some gimme some

(verse 2: black bart)
i feel like i’m on heroin
every time i see a group of nuns, i wanna bury ’em
can’t catch my breath, wanna face my own death
no scruples in my head so i ain’t got nothing left
loading up my clip, ain’t taking no sh-t
peepin’ out my drapes, smoke these hoes like grease
my tennis shoes are muddy, my white shirt is bl–dy
i’m huntin’ for some cash and i saw a fuddy duddy
that i can slip my d-ck into, think i wanna stick it to
don’t wanna hear it during s-x so i k!ll you
and take your -sshole for the sacrifice
think my mortal thoughts i take yours and end my own life
and i’ll see you in a different world
’cause i believe, i believe i’m gonna be cured
oh lord oh lord, oh lord
why is this life so mother f-ckin’ hard
everybody dying, bullets steady flying
might as well burn the bible and keep lying
trials and tribulations, the shade of my att-tude
it’s tougher than the thought of a dead body in a swimming pool
i’m on my way to the state hospital
shoot me up with cozine, before they throw me on the floor
and now i’m strapped up to the wall see
they’re havin’ a mother f-ckin ball d
i wanna rip these motherf-ckers apart ya’ll
and write my name in blood all over the walls
doctor death, doctor death, why don’t you help me?
just end this crazy sh-t, put me out my misery

(outro: violent j)
cykosis…cykosis..cykosis, are you responsible for these blood stains? wicked clowns!

yeah mother f-cker! icp and cykosis in this motherf-cker, slaughtering motherf-ckers tag team style, know what i’m saying b-tch? so check this out man, cykosis and toledo, rot as sh-t, know what i’m saying? leavin’ the mother f-cking bloodstains, all over the world, b-tch!

(verse 3: violent j)
i’m violent j, the ghetto cat peeler
southwest strangla serial k!ller
slaughterer maniac, school nerd braniac
bodies in my caddilac, nick nack paddy whack
give a dog a bone, a human leg bone
bl–dy bloodstains on the walls of my home
my home is a dumpster behind micky d’s
the kind with the grease and the roaches and fleas in it
wait a minute, i think somebody’s coming or going
i can hear they blood flowing
if i jump out and chop up their vains
that’s when the blood rains, that’s when the blood stains on the sidewalk
hit me in the face, look at me
a wicked clown with the blood all around
i’m from detroit, west further avenue
so dead bodies, they ain’t nothing new (nothing new)
i find them in the yard when i’m mowing the lawn
i drag em in the kitchen, mm, tastes like chicken
or maybe just maybe it’s all in my brains
i guess i’ve just seen to many bloodstains

(verse 4: sh-ggy)
(come again) wakin’ up, coming out my coma
sh-t man, somebody must be a goner
i can’t recollect, i gots no memories
i’m laying b-tt naked behind the dumpster in the ally
lookin’ down, down at my hands, man
i ain’t seeing sh-t but these f-cking blood stains
what are they from, maybe from chokin’ a b-tch’s neck
i gotta remember, i gotta write a f-cking track!
that’s the sh-ggs, b-tch, the sh-ggy waggy waggys g
and i’m a f-cking serial murder little blood stains, b-tch

- state of cykosis lyrics

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