Bishop, Twisted Insane - Puppet Master lyrics

(yeah) straight from the worshop
Dead in the dungeon it is what it is
They wanna treat me like a puppet
Kids with the sickness
They like it and they love it
Pain and suffering gets hotter than the oven
Twilight skies with the lights getting dim
Raised like a caged doing life in the pen
Blow like a grenade when I slide out my pen
My crazy evil ways got me way on a limb
Anger management says I need to vent
Dancing with the Devil, bust my every sin
They tried to throw a money
Wrench in my blueprint
Psycho alumni, I'm a student
Gloves on my hand, blood shed and laughter
Scared of the church
Never listen to the pastor i am a factor
When they pulling on my strings from a master
(yeah)
The gutter got my heart covered with icycles


Bitches wanna ride me like a tricycle
So hot that I sizzle living in Sacramento
Keep it lit like I'm candle
Jumping like Jack Be Nimble
Screws in my wig, got a split personality
My body nigga would come and study my anatomy
Let me kiss anc check I got the cavity
Purple haze got me in a place with no gravity
Focus, with no emotion like a mannequin
I'm sharper than the sword
I got the force like Anakin
Panicking, thinking about the shit that
I been landed in my hoe a psychopath
She got me flashing like a camera lens
Gloves on my hand, blood shed and laughter
Scared of the church
Never listen to the pastor i am a factor
When they pulling on my strings from a master

(In the workshop, lonely soul
Where I was born like Pinocchio
You never imagined a place so cold
There's the place where the hopeless go
Pulling on my strings puppet master
Can't escape his hold
The hold done made me tired but the
Fire is still blazing on)

Oh wise Puppet Master, pulling on my strings
Show me there's life after
Far beyond these strings
Fall in to a deep trance, dancing as I sing
Follow me to the sweet land
Where there's a place for you and me

(yeah)
A wasted of a skitzo, still blade packin
Situation critical, I'm in a straight jacket
Houdini could show you this
Form of black magic at midnight
You could hear me creeping through your attic
Put it down for my town
From the clown like It
Underground is where I'm found
Where my sound is sick
My skin look like butter
When I'm cutted on my wrist
Baby let me touch it unless
She lustin for the dick insane and twisted
When I kick it
I try to restrain but my brain is shifted
I'm infecting the speakers
The reefer keep me lifted
Protecting my creatures where evil existed
Gloves on my hand, blood shed shed laughter
Scared of the church
Never listen to the pastor i am a factor
When they pulling on my strings from a master
I'm from a place off the map
Come and take a visit
Hustle and grit'll get the way most scratched
Based on that
Baby girl is with me and she let
Me hit it like a baseball bat
I've been gone in the dreams
A yadda yadda mean
Her father gonna hate that I've
Got her on my team it's nothing
I get to cuttin like the Wolverine
Fire got me higher
No hatchet killer, Michael Jackson thriller
Take a nigga head off like
His neck had a zipper
Pop a couple adderall, mix it with the liquor
I'm a Kottonmouth King
I smoke like Johnny Richter
Gloves on my hand, blood shed and laughter
Scared of the church
Never listen to the pastor i am a factor
When they pulling on my
Strings from the master

In the workshop, lonely soul
Where I was born like Pinocchio
You never imagined a place so cold
There's the place where the hopeless go
Pulling on my strings puppet master
Can't escape his hold
The hold done made me tired but
The fire is still blazing on