Twiztid, Cody Manson, Bukshot, Axe Murder Boyz, Insanee - P3.1 lyrics

Yah, hehehehe, aye, aye

The things you say
They keep fucking up my mind (My mind)
What will it take just to push it all away?
(I don't know, all hope is lost)
It's no mistake when you feel it
It's your time (Time-time)
The dead of night come, go and take you away
(Close your eyes, release and let go)

I'm the shape of the Myers boy
Shadow of the Kirk mask even though
My name is homage to McCoy (yeah)
Dammit Jim! I'm a doctor, not a mannequin
(Naw)
Flip a coin, take a dark path like I'm Anakin
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Slaughtеr all the Padawan
Protégés in mad amounts
Me and all myself arе out
This world like Astronomicon
Shameless plug, I'm the light switch
My cordless mic is rusted shut
From my rhyme spit
And I'll rewind it, spit rhyme my from shut
Rusted is my mic cordless busted?
Stop it I'm disgusted
Playing and they can't touch it
I'ma let my little homie Cody
Holler at your nugget

I'ma show 'em off the rip I ain't
The one to be fucked with (Damn)
I'll pull up to your function with
A loaded 12 gauge buckin' fuck a concussion
Blow the seeds out the side of your pumpkin
Burn rubber down your street
Then proceed to get blunted (Pump-pump)
I'm Mr manson, I'm the master of puppets
I got a bitch on each finger
Every one of them love it (Brra, brra, brra)
You throwin' shade on my name
You better switch up the subject
Either in private or public
I'll have you starring in a snuff flick
(Uh, uh, uh) yeah, that's a promise too
I will fucking slaughter you
Real gangstas move in silence
But I'll tell you what I'm 'bout to do
(Hey, hey hey)
I tape you to a chair in your living room
Force feed your face an ounce of shrooms
And fuck your baby mama right in front of you

The things you say
They keep fucking up my mind (My mind)
What will it take just to push it all away?
(I don't know, all hope is lost)
It's no mistake when you feel it
It's your time (Time-time)
The dead of night come, go and take you away
(Close your eyes, release and let go)

Yo, you're talking shit to me? My history
Will leave you broke and blistering
Unsolved just like a mystery
Now tell me are you listening?
'Cause I be speaking
Spitting liquid lines consistently
Unfolding victory
You ain't even up in my periphery
Specifically I'm slippery and
Spitting differently
It's not DiGiorno, it's delivery
I'ma put you out your misery
And my artillery is gonna hit you kamikaze
To your face
Ain't no motherfuckin' way that
You could stop me
(Stop me, stop me, stop me)
Bitch you better bow down 'cause
I've been hearing around town
You've been talking helly smack and no
You ain't takin' my crown though
Believe me we can go rounds
We ain't ever gonna slow down
Ain't nowhere for you to hide out
'cause we run the fucking underground

I've been killing shit, boy it's been a grip
Ask me how long (how long)
Why's it matter bitch (Matter bitch)
On the grind now, certified asshole
Treacherous, murderous
Stabbing with a flagpole
Every day is Halloween, make an effigy
Of your favorite rapper, then burn it
Clever see?
Never heavenly, bringing hell like Hades
Still a smart ass, bitter fans hate me
'Cause who I roll with, bitches talk spiteful
Can't drop bullshit, petty like high school
I see the shots, I can pop shots too
This is Hip-Hop, I can rock the block too

The things you say
They keep fucking up my mind (My mind)
What will it take just to push it all away?
(I don't know, all hope is lost)
It's no mistake when you feel it
It's your time (Time-time)
The dead of night come, go and take you away
(Close your eyes, release and let go)

Uhh, fucking up my brain (My brain)
Never gon' feel a pain like this
Never gon' miss when I'm
Busting at your bitch
But hey I can't complain
(can't complain) , the fuck is this?
Some motherfucker got his pumpkin in my
Face about to catch my fist
I'ma make it my mission to find ya
(find ya) , I'm right behind ya
Hear the tone of your motherfucking
Brain spraying out your dome (Dome)
'Cause I'm a surgeon with the chrome (Chrome)
Show up at your fucking home (Home)
Show 'em what I do to haters
Livestream it on my phone
Mike Bonez, ha, binge a magician
My mission is to switch 'em
To admit they just dicks
And they stick on that bullshit
So quit them addictions
To making whack shit in hopes somebody
Listens 'cause it ain't me

Okay, I've been about it
Get her the burger and the fries
Yeah I'm In-N-Out it
It's plenty murder on my mind
I can't get around it
And if these rappers were my sons
They wouldn't get allowance
They'd all be getting grounded
For the way their shit is sounding
I rhyme circles, motherfucker
Yeah, I spin around it
I'm Stan Lee whipping kitchen powder
And you like Superman if he
Ain't ever get his powers
Just a regular stiff, hey yo
This shit is ours
Any little beefs'll get devoured
I'ma kill this coward
Artists get a little taste of clout
And they start feeling sour
Actin' like I wasn't fucking with
Them from the day
Now they all want to be James
I can tell by the things

Things you say, they keep fucking up my mind
(My mind)
What will it take just to push it all away?
(I don't know, all hope is lost)
It's no mistake when you feel it
It's your time (Time-time)
The dead of night come, go and take you away
(Close your eyes, release and let go)