Twiztid, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Insane Clown Posse - Maniac Killa lyrics

The lotus pod, the lotus pod fucker
Vampiro, child of the rancid, wretched
Darkness vampiro, I truly am a juggalotus
Maniac killa super unknown, hero
A true hatchet ryda
Long rain the Lotus killas
Then again, it's my privilege
To power bomb your fuckin' ass
On a bed of butcher knives muthafucka
The result of 6 serial
Murderin' maniac killas
Killing (Murdering) Stabbing (Chopping) Hacking (Cutting)
All hail the Lotus Pod from heince we came

Hello, Hi I'm Shaggs
I don't know, maybe you heard of me
The Southwest Strangla that one guy from ICP
No? Well
It's cool then you don't know what to expect
Allow me to extend my hand In
Friendship and shake your fuckin' neck
Cause if you don't know
Well now you gotta clue
2 Dope, maniac killa from Dark Lotus crew
Oh shit damn, lemme quit chokin' ya Sike
UUhhuhhahhhhahaha

I need a cigarette before I go ballistic
Statistics of my mind frame explains
When I'm insane I'm Twiztid
Branded With the mark of the axe
A minor relapse and all I
Wanna do is split backs biaatch
I'm a maniac but you gotta understand that I
I can't control my hands and I
I'll love ta choke you if I can and I
Never once nowhere in my mind was I was sane
(Help Me)
Ever since I remember, killings just a game

I'm a maniac killa! (Blood gets spilled)
See me on the streets bitch!
(Don't get killed) my mind is on my axe and
My axe is on my side!
Tell me! (Who wanna die?)
Tell me! (Who wanna die?)

Uhh (Watch me) i tippie toe (Richie)
Your death is slow (No run)
Nowhere to hide (One more)
One homicide (Who cared?)
When I was hungry (Passed out)
Dead with no money (Mama)
She cleaned your toilets (Mama)
She bought my bullets
Bullets, can be so pretty (Watch out)
Ugly and bloody (Fear not)
I am no sicko (Your life)
Not worth a nickel (Don't go)
I will not eat you (Your kind)
I will defeat you (Mama)
Never expected (Mama) her pain corrected

I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
A maniac killa, don't get killed
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
A maniac killa, don't get killed

I be the maniac K I double L A
I slit their fuckin' throats
And have sex with all the bodies
I'm a retard, people call me special though
I keep my victims' eyelids
In manilla office envelopes
I split you like a cantalope
To see whats on your mind
Smokin' trees, keep me find
Well at least most of the time
Till I'm on your front lawn
Waitin' in the cold, the lights on
But don't look like nobody home

At last I come creepin' through darkness
Mission is stalk and take out any targets
Scoping out my victims
A couple suckas playin' dumb with they cash
And somebody else ghetto pass
Punk muthafucka, give up your bread
This is Blaze Ya Dead Homie sick in the head
I've been dead
I thought you knew, I'm a maniac killa
Psycho, thug
Fillin' body bags on the daily nigga whut?