Twiztid, Prozak - Monster Inside lyrics
[Twiztid, Prozak - Monster Inside lyrics]
(A strange monster in you)
Turning, twisting me inside
Outta control, makes me feel alive
(A strange monster in you)
Stab it, shoot it, never die
Razors, knives beneath me, I try
People need to feel they’re in control
Of their own situation at the
End of their rope
A new noose and too many new improved excuses
Wounds cover the body and screws become lose
And gruesome, better red than dead
Flowin' again like the blood leaking
Out of each other’s head
There’s a killer alive inside of my mind
That wants to pull out a butcher
Knife and stab you 300 times in the face
It seems that I’ve acquired a new taste
For wiggin' the fuck out
No matter the place
It's a sick new addiction
The horror pulp fiction
Assuming I'm the killer and
Not just another victim
Empty garbage bags in the back
I'mma eat a little now
Save the rest for a snack
She said that I was a
Monster and a hideous disgrace
So I carved her eyes out and
Called it a blind date
Damn, I swear there’s gotta be
Something lurking inside of me
With the certain purpose of hurtin'
Deceitful people for notoriety
(Vigilante, archangel blood spiller
Arch nemesis, illuminatii zodiac prozilla)
Murderous rampage
Always searchin' for fanbase
Divine natural talent
Attacking you from backstage
Me and Twiztid we keep it
Wicked like Wes Crave
We on the mission, the definition of insane
Don't try to stop us for rocka monsters
Just make way
We are the masters of our craft
Jack of all trades
Three Frankensteins created inside of
The rap game
We’re programmed to eliminate the mainstream
Most of em products, just gimmicks
Homie they man made synthetic rappers
The demographic: to get paid
This is by meanest, sadistic
The lack of prolific substance
And not for nothing
Still nothing, we takin' it to the limit's
Cigarette breath, give me a mic check
I'm the white that will rock shit like Pyrex
I’m the reason the Devil was in a red dress
Repossess the address and left the
Bitch cut up to bit's and headless
This shit is iller than all
Of the killers on Craigslist
We ain’t nothin' to mess with
But still they give us the best bitch
We hit it out in the parking lot
I'm in the dark with my
Witchcraft and death wish with a voodoo doll
Made out of corn stalks and dead fish
You's a dead bitch you from the midden
Couldn’t catch what I spit
I take shit's on MC’s like toilets
Boy, it’s a lot of y'all
Or maybe it’s the alcohol
Tell em all that I’m back like spinal cords
Keep your wack award
I wanna crack then rip her wall
Give you more of that wicked shit
That you’ve been axin' for
Turning, twisting me inside
Outta control, makes me feel alive
(A strange monster in you)
Stab it, shoot it, never die
Razors, knives beneath me, I try
People need to feel they’re in control
Of their own situation at the
End of their rope
A new noose and too many new improved excuses
Wounds cover the body and screws become lose
And gruesome, better red than dead
Flowin' again like the blood leaking
Out of each other’s head
There’s a killer alive inside of my mind
That wants to pull out a butcher
Knife and stab you 300 times in the face
It seems that I’ve acquired a new taste
For wiggin' the fuck out
No matter the place
It's a sick new addiction
The horror pulp fiction
Assuming I'm the killer and
Not just another victim
Empty garbage bags in the back
I'mma eat a little now
Save the rest for a snack
She said that I was a
Monster and a hideous disgrace
So I carved her eyes out and
Called it a blind date
Damn, I swear there’s gotta be
Something lurking inside of me
With the certain purpose of hurtin'
Deceitful people for notoriety
(Vigilante, archangel blood spiller
Arch nemesis, illuminatii zodiac prozilla)
Murderous rampage
Always searchin' for fanbase
Divine natural talent
Attacking you from backstage
Me and Twiztid we keep it
Wicked like Wes Crave
We on the mission, the definition of insane
Don't try to stop us for rocka monsters
Just make way
We are the masters of our craft
Jack of all trades
Three Frankensteins created inside of
The rap game
We’re programmed to eliminate the mainstream
Most of em products, just gimmicks
Homie they man made synthetic rappers
The demographic: to get paid
This is by meanest, sadistic
The lack of prolific substance
And not for nothing
Still nothing, we takin' it to the limit's
Cigarette breath, give me a mic check
I'm the white that will rock shit like Pyrex
I’m the reason the Devil was in a red dress
Repossess the address and left the
Bitch cut up to bit's and headless
This shit is iller than all
Of the killers on Craigslist
We ain’t nothin' to mess with
But still they give us the best bitch
We hit it out in the parking lot
I'm in the dark with my
Witchcraft and death wish with a voodoo doll
Made out of corn stalks and dead fish
You's a dead bitch you from the midden
Couldn’t catch what I spit
I take shit's on MC’s like toilets
Boy, it’s a lot of y'all
Or maybe it’s the alcohol
Tell em all that I’m back like spinal cords
Keep your wack award
I wanna crack then rip her wall
Give you more of that wicked shit
That you’ve been axin' for