Havoc Savage, Twisted Insane, T-Rock - Sleepwalking lyrics

Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me
Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me

Y'all don't really want no beef
Cause they let a murdered motherfucker
While they're dead of sleep
But, I'm getting so ill
That I murder stab kill
Then I need to be filled let the
Pills that I need said shrink
Plus a mothafucka better get ya, not a sink
Cause, I really don't give a
Fuck what you think
I'mma keep it psycho with
The fucking sleepwalking
And I kill a fucking rapper
Put a body in the coffin

And then there's some murdered dads in
A cage or a coffin we can get it hoppin and
We can get it crackin and demons in my head
They better get attackin
And I'm fucking sleep walking I
Don't even know what happened
And guess I got a gun and I went a psychotic
People calling me sleepwalker assassin
Plus I never sleep, got a gunshot blastin
Wake up sleepwalking in the
Street with the heat
And I'm covered in the blood
And it's all over me
And I wake up sleepwalking and I
Think it's just a dream
And I'm covered in the blood and
I'm at the murder scene

But my mind is fucked up
I can't remember a thing
(can't remember a thing)
I'm a wicked mothafucka havoc savage untamed
You don't really wanna test it cause I cock
It back and let it go bang
Then they think the murderer
Is sick and deranged
Havoc Savage, T-Rock and Twisted Insane
Seeking at keeping it
Some of the demons are thinking of dreaming
They're covered in blood and thinking
They bleed and kill the whole rap
Game by the fucking weekend
Did the whole thang while
That mothafucka sleeping

Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me
Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me
Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me
Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me

Run up on the enemy to hit
Em with the Tech tool
Make your next move be your best move
Situations are about to get
Horrific and wicked
I keep coming like I'm Jason and Deadpool
Wet fools with the fury of a death move
Lights out we about to get
Rid of the ref rules john Moxley a problem
And you gon' have to pop me
I hang a mothafucka leaving neck wounds
Sucking up the cyst of every
Day of my conception
You little babies ain't nothing
But test tubes and sticks of my predator
Got me hunting my adversaries ain't no
Way to run for a refuge
Horrific as fuck I suppose
Woke up with blood on my clothes
Nowadays I'm so reclusive I keep to myself I
Don't fuck with you suckers and hoes
Me and Havoc and adult school
Maverick blowing hella weed
Fuck with D's G's make a playa catch a felony
Enemies bleed in the battle
Over cheddar cheese
I escape before police could ever
Get the trail of me i don't got time to be
Hanging with cowards and fakers
And we don't want them off in our crew
Fucking with me I'mma go for your jugular
Draining your blood out you like Nosferatu
My killers coming to rob you
You better cooperate or them
Brothers'll pop you i don't be starting shit
With mothafuckas but I
Handle business and do what I got to

Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me
Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me
Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me
Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me

Suffered from parasomnia, a sleep disorder
Characterized by abnormal behaviors
Movements and thoughts the doctors determined
He was sleepwalking throughout the
Savage murder and he was
Acquitted of all charges

Killa bring up a gorilla
Went up in your room when I
Was looking for the milli
Feel a different kind of
Presence in the villa
Blood I'm down to make 'em run and
Never find 'em I'm a illa individual
Now the situation critical
Man you're pitiful
I think of ways that I get rid of you
Giving you
Way too many chances devils dancing
On your mothafucking grave
Throwing blades in the interview
Havoc Savage, man I'm a maniac
Dammit sad day mad at the brainiac
Every time the shit go bad
When the brain react
They always tell my ass put the razor back
(put the razor back)
Ain't no other way that I will make it back
I'm killing everybody put their bodies
In my front seat dump heat
Ain't no they ever pump me
I'd rather eat up dead on some
Bread like some lunch meat
In this mothafucka with the walking dead
(Ugh)
Find her in the ally where I got the head
(Ugh)
Never listen to what all the doctor said
(Ugh)
Look up on his forehead that was red (Ugh)
Never hear a word when I sleepwalk
I put you in the bed like a detox
I ain't got no time for no sleep talk
And no-one around saving you
When the heat talk

Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me
Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me
Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me
Wake up sleepwalking in the street with
Blood on both of me (blood on both of me)
Blood on blood on both of me