Chuckklez, Rozz Dyliams - Shocking Murders lyrics

I can't seem to control my brain
II can't seem to control my brain
II can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking
Murders I turn insane
I can't seem to control my brain
II can't seem to control my brain
II can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking
Murders I turn insane

Nothing seems to be alright for
Folks around my fractured brain
'Cause, I woke up in my bedroom lying
On top of a fucking grizzly scene
With a hooker that's right next to me
All beheaded from the shoulders
Fucking ass naked beneath the
Sheets was causing me to have a wicked boner
I don't give a damn if y'all call me sick or
The way that I do this to kill a bitch
I'm a bloody burly boogeyman in the flesh
Use knees and the silence as
I hack you to death
Rippin' by knife or rippin' by chainsaw
It doesn't even matter cause
I'm really gonna brainwash
Leave you brutalized in your very own home
With your tongue ripped out with
A hatchet through your dome
See I don't really like to use fucking guns
'Cause to give y'all a quick
Death isn't any fun
Instead I'll go Bateman on
All you fake niggas
That be fucking with the wrong
Ones for retarded reasons
And the way that you end
Up isn't any pleasant when
Your hanging from a noose
With a mouth-full intestines
You should've manned up and never
Acted like a trick
But again you talked shit and now
You made my fucking list
No one will identify me for
These heinous shocking murders
Especially all you weak-ass pigs because
They're nothing more but failures
Which will take them fucking years with no
Clues to find out where they be
When I'm chilling with the homie Rozz
Smoking on some good-ass lemon tree

I can't seem to control my brain
II can't seem to control my brain
II can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking
Murders I turn insane
I can't seem to control my brain
II can't seem to control my brain
II can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking
Murders I turn insane

Four hands and four saws and the
Foresight to go through with this
When I swing down, give you brain hemorrhage
I got blood on me like Lugubrious
You a stupid bitch and it just make me mad
But you know Rozzy always on some other shit
It ain't no thang to bang bang and let your
Brains hang and let the true color drip
Holler Joan cut ya from the collarbone
Down to the motherfucking dick
Don't you know I'm sick up in the
Brain mane? Cock back, aim it, let it rip
Dylan only do demented shit
Infinite consecutive life sentences
I had a vision so I wet the bed
Again cause I got a fetish for dismemberment
Picked a hitchhiker up in Gilroy, killjoy
Clownin' with the bitch
Cut her head off with a pocketknife and threw
It in a field outside of Pleasanton
I was doing dandy when I woke up
Then the emotion built up and dropped a bomb
I was listening to Closed
Casket thinking about
How much I hate my fucking Mom
I was seeing red and then I
Started feeling autopilot coming on strong
Blacked out
Woke up in a meat freezer with blood
And guts all on my Sean John
Couldn't understand what way was up
Or down I had
To find my way back home and look
Had to check my book for an entry
From one of the nights before, what the fuck

I can't seem to control my brain
II can't seem to control my brain
II can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking
Murders I turn insane
I can't seem to control my brain
II can't seem to control my brain
II can't seem to control my brain
When it comes to shocking
Murders I turn insane