Twisted Insane - Another Face in The Window lyrics
[Twisted Insane - Another Face in The Window lyrics]
And here am I born of a lost cause
3 in the morning, she was asleep
Little did she know that her
Ex-boyfriend was on creep
Found out that she had a
Foursome with he, he, and he
Now he full of vengeance
Knowin' no repentance
He wants to ping ping ping ping!
Tiptoed the apartment building
With the janitor who be up all night
He made it to the bitch's door and covered up
The hole and then he knocked real light
Got up out the bed and put the slippers
On and started walking down the hall
He was waitin' like a human Satan
For the mutilation with a saw, right?
She checked her watch and turned the light
Who the fuck is coming down my
Door at this time of night?
Only her ex-boyfriend?Brady? and he hella
Crazy with a fuckin' knife
As soon as she hit the door
She gon' hit the floor and he will go slice
Fuck, baby woke up now he is crying
?Braddy? still at the door
Ain't that just perfect timing?
You can bet a million dollars
Put it up and he won't be kind
Now you was laying dead up on the floor
Nobody know, press rewind
They're all the same assimilated
And here am I born of a lost cause
?Braddy? pulled her up out the door
Chewing on her flesh
Swallowin' lungs down his throat
Psycho like he Michael Myers
Pulling out pliers for her toast
?Or be? gurgling with her blood like
That shit was some stoke
?Braddy? watched the tape, yes, he seen it
She was coming at him with the normal
"You know, it don't really even mean shit"
He couldn't get the image out his
Head of her pretty pussy creamin
The way she bent over and took the dick
Just screamin' and screamin'
He went in the shack and
Dug through that rubble
Pushin' through the hammers and
The monkey wrenches, try'na find that shovel
Threw her body in the trunk
Hit the freeway about 45 minutes away
Started diggin' like a motherfucker but
It really wasn't that subtle
7-year-old Bobby fishin' lookin' for his
Daddy and he seen it
Body hangin' out the trunk,?Braddy? lookin' like he didn't even mean it
Bobby thinkin' to himself, 'this
Can't be real, i must be dreaming'
?Braddy? put the pistol to his head and told
Him 'act like you did not see shit' (Shhhhh)
They're all the same assimilated
And here am I born of a lost cause
They know I be on my
Realla, killa, killa, nigga, shit
Keep tellin' you niggas I am not the usual
So sad, toe tag, put 'em in the bag, nigga
That Voodoo-