Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid - American Psychos lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid - American Psychos lyrics]
"Well, Mr, and I suppose they all
Died happily ever after"
"The dark corners of the human mind
Are the deepest dark, I believe
Of anything in the universe
Speaking of darkness"
American, American
Real psychos right off the street
American, American
Come shed your blood all upon me
Blood bath, T-shirt soaked from the sweat
I laugh and stab, stab, stab
Relapse, almost fixed
But the medicine never really
Seemed to kick in
I slit a couple of throats and wreak havoc
On a gaggle of folks for nothin'
More than just bein' approached
I'm a psycho
Axe in the back seat with a creep
And they get to chewin'
Your face like lunchmeat
American, American
Real psychos right off the street
American, American
Come shed your blood all upon me
American (Psychos) , American (Psychos)
Real psychos right off the street
(The United States, they'll bury ya)
American (Psychos) , American (Psychos)
Come shed your blood all upon me
(The United States, they'll bury ya)
Big New York City, Los Angeles
A country full up of stranglas
Born and bred half dead, fast food fed
All misled, special ed, meds in the heads
Hella dark, but Daddy can't pay electric
Over there, they eccentric, here, they
It's Bruce, Ustler, Spaniolo, and Methric
Jagged and Kangol Joe, Bones and Hektic
Little boys, no toys, we young killjoys
With plots and ploys to make lots of noise
And you screamin' in terror
It's me in the mirror
Posted behind you, a ghost to grind you
I'm the Boogie Woogie Wu, one kung fu guru
Too three finger stab, I do true
Red, white, and blue, the land of the free
Where you might know an American Psycho
American, American
Real psychos right off the street
American, American
Come shed your blood all upon me
American (Psychos) , American (Psychos)
Real psychos right off the street
(The United States, they'll bury ya)
American (Psychos) , American (Psychos)
Come shed your blood all upon me
(The United States, they'll bury ya)
Terror in America
Tell me why they stare at ya
'Cause you lookin' different
Why they keep comparin' ya
To all the fuckin' noble ones
Thinkin' that you're better than
Anything that evil is
Quick to call 'em innocent
Sick and I need medicine
Tired of the reverend
Tellin' us that Hell's a destination
That we're headed in
But I'm feelin' Heaven-sent
So fuck what he think of us
'Cause we comin' like American psychos
Every time that we bust
From the North to the South to the East
(Psychos)
From the South to the North to the West
(Psychos) east Side, West Side, whole area
The United States, they'll bury ya
American, American
Real psychos right off the street
American, American
Come shed your blood all upon me
American (I pledge allegiance) , American (To the axe)
Real psychos right off the street
(That'll split your back)
American (I pledge allegiance) , American (To the hatchet)
Come shed your blood all upon me
(Wicked shit, can't nothin' match it)
American (Psychos) , American (Psychos)
Real psychos right off the street
(The United States, they'll bury ya)
American (Psychos) , American (Psychos)
Come shed your blood all upon me
(The United States, they'll bury ya)
American, American
Real psychos right off the street
"Yes, yes, later than you think"
Died happily ever after"
"The dark corners of the human mind
Are the deepest dark, I believe
Of anything in the universe
Speaking of darkness"
American, American
Real psychos right off the street
American, American
Come shed your blood all upon me
Blood bath, T-shirt soaked from the sweat
I laugh and stab, stab, stab
Relapse, almost fixed
But the medicine never really
Seemed to kick in
I slit a couple of throats and wreak havoc
On a gaggle of folks for nothin'
More than just bein' approached
I'm a psycho
Axe in the back seat with a creep
And they get to chewin'
Your face like lunchmeat
American, American
Real psychos right off the street
American, American
Come shed your blood all upon me
American (Psychos) , American (Psychos)
Real psychos right off the street
(The United States, they'll bury ya)
American (Psychos) , American (Psychos)
Come shed your blood all upon me
(The United States, they'll bury ya)
Big New York City, Los Angeles
A country full up of stranglas
Born and bred half dead, fast food fed
All misled, special ed, meds in the heads
Hella dark, but Daddy can't pay electric
Over there, they eccentric, here, they
It's Bruce, Ustler, Spaniolo, and Methric
Jagged and Kangol Joe, Bones and Hektic
Little boys, no toys, we young killjoys
With plots and ploys to make lots of noise
And you screamin' in terror
It's me in the mirror
Posted behind you, a ghost to grind you
I'm the Boogie Woogie Wu, one kung fu guru
Too three finger stab, I do true
Red, white, and blue, the land of the free
Where you might know an American Psycho
American, American
Real psychos right off the street
American, American
Come shed your blood all upon me
American (Psychos) , American (Psychos)
Real psychos right off the street
(The United States, they'll bury ya)
American (Psychos) , American (Psychos)
Come shed your blood all upon me
(The United States, they'll bury ya)
Terror in America
Tell me why they stare at ya
'Cause you lookin' different
Why they keep comparin' ya
To all the fuckin' noble ones
Thinkin' that you're better than
Anything that evil is
Quick to call 'em innocent
Sick and I need medicine
Tired of the reverend
Tellin' us that Hell's a destination
That we're headed in
But I'm feelin' Heaven-sent
So fuck what he think of us
'Cause we comin' like American psychos
Every time that we bust
From the North to the South to the East
(Psychos)
From the South to the North to the West
(Psychos) east Side, West Side, whole area
The United States, they'll bury ya
American, American
Real psychos right off the street
American, American
Come shed your blood all upon me
American (I pledge allegiance) , American (To the axe)
Real psychos right off the street
(That'll split your back)
American (I pledge allegiance) , American (To the hatchet)
Come shed your blood all upon me
(Wicked shit, can't nothin' match it)
American (Psychos) , American (Psychos)
Real psychos right off the street
(The United States, they'll bury ya)
American (Psychos) , American (Psychos)
Come shed your blood all upon me
(The United States, they'll bury ya)
American, American
Real psychos right off the street
"Yes, yes, later than you think"