Twisted Insane, West Craven - Night Chronicles lyrics
[Twisted Insane, West Craven - Night Chronicles lyrics]
I am the Brainsick heathen
Some will call me different cuz
I do believe in demons
And they all end up screamin'
They all do it different when they
Suck up on my semen
You can find me in the night
Posted in the alley with a
Bunch of fucking weirdos
Sick individuals that bite
Tyson motherfuckers when they chewing
On these earlobes
I told him "I am not no
Punk, " cut him into chunks
Then I left his body in the
Forest when I'm kind of Gump
Brainsick little nigga
Been that way ever since to get little niggas
Catch a fade, or you be a bitch little nigga
You gon' get what the fuck
You get little nigga
Even a machete to your skull
Niggas that get hit up with
All type of different weapons
Even if the blade is dull
Kitchen utensils used to my discretion
I'm the Monster in the Dark bark if you
Are gonna bite either that or be silent
You get ate up like a shark in the
Middle of the ocean with nothing but violence
Practicing black magic, you silly
Rabbit grab it, like I was an addict I gotta
Have it like a bad habit
Go ahead and have at it, they all
End up with a disease, begging "please
" for every nigga took a stab at it
No one can hear you for miles
You could even be like real real loud
Go ahead scream and shout
Anything can happen when the full moon is out
Night Chronicles
Murder you niggas
B-B-B-B-Back from the dead
Trigger finger itching with the
Strap full of lead
S-S-S-S-Sack for the bread
Is the reason they want me
In the 'lac giving head on my ding dong
Beat it on my chest just
Like a nigga King Kong
P-P-Polishing me bone
All you motherfuckers wonder "is he on?"
Y-Y-Yes bitch we on
Shutting down this game for these
Squares and these clones
T T To the top of the
Throne, and if they disrespect that
Get the black of the chrome yak and it's on
From the city by the water
Niggas shooting for the dome
But to get back his own
Always keep a weapon, if
These niggas disrespectin'
I will happily deflect them when
Their brains get blown
Hit these motherfuckers with the
Strychnine times outta ten
I get up in the whip high
Aiming for the bitch eye
Why try to miss when niggas will come back
And put a bullet in my fish fry
Putting one in your lung, I'm
Doing it all for fun
I hit them without a gun when
I come like a real one
Did it without the homies on my side
By myself up in the ride
I done been up in some ill ones
No one can hear you for miles
You could even be like real real loud
Go ahead scream and shout
Anything can happen when the full moon is out
Night Chronicles
Murder you niggas
Some will call me different cuz
I do believe in demons
And they all end up screamin'
They all do it different when they
Suck up on my semen
You can find me in the night
Posted in the alley with a
Bunch of fucking weirdos
Sick individuals that bite
Tyson motherfuckers when they chewing
On these earlobes
I told him "I am not no
Punk, " cut him into chunks
Then I left his body in the
Forest when I'm kind of Gump
Brainsick little nigga
Been that way ever since to get little niggas
Catch a fade, or you be a bitch little nigga
You gon' get what the fuck
You get little nigga
Even a machete to your skull
Niggas that get hit up with
All type of different weapons
Even if the blade is dull
Kitchen utensils used to my discretion
I'm the Monster in the Dark bark if you
Are gonna bite either that or be silent
You get ate up like a shark in the
Middle of the ocean with nothing but violence
Practicing black magic, you silly
Rabbit grab it, like I was an addict I gotta
Have it like a bad habit
Go ahead and have at it, they all
End up with a disease, begging "please
" for every nigga took a stab at it
No one can hear you for miles
You could even be like real real loud
Go ahead scream and shout
Anything can happen when the full moon is out
Night Chronicles
Murder you niggas
B-B-B-B-Back from the dead
Trigger finger itching with the
Strap full of lead
S-S-S-S-Sack for the bread
Is the reason they want me
In the 'lac giving head on my ding dong
Beat it on my chest just
Like a nigga King Kong
P-P-Polishing me bone
All you motherfuckers wonder "is he on?"
Y-Y-Yes bitch we on
Shutting down this game for these
Squares and these clones
T T To the top of the
Throne, and if they disrespect that
Get the black of the chrome yak and it's on
From the city by the water
Niggas shooting for the dome
But to get back his own
Always keep a weapon, if
These niggas disrespectin'
I will happily deflect them when
Their brains get blown
Hit these motherfuckers with the
Strychnine times outta ten
I get up in the whip high
Aiming for the bitch eye
Why try to miss when niggas will come back
And put a bullet in my fish fry
Putting one in your lung, I'm
Doing it all for fun
I hit them without a gun when
I come like a real one
Did it without the homies on my side
By myself up in the ride
I done been up in some ill ones
No one can hear you for miles
You could even be like real real loud
Go ahead scream and shout
Anything can happen when the full moon is out
Night Chronicles
Murder you niggas