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American Psychos Lyrics - Artist : Insane Clown Posse
"Well, Mr. [?], and I suppose they all died happily ever after"
"The dark corners of the human mind are the deepest dark, I believe, of anything in the universe. Speaking of darkness" American, American Real psychos right off the street American, American Come shed your blood all upon me Blood bath, T-shirt soaked from the sweat I laugh and stab, stab, stab Relapse, almost fixed But the medicine never really seemed to kick in I slit a couple of throats and wreak havoc On a gaggle of folks for nothin' more than just bein' approached I'm a psycho, axe in the back seat with a creep And they get to chewin' your face like lunchmeat American (Psychos), American (Psychos) Real psychos right off the street (The United States, they'll bury ya) American (Psychos), American (Psychos) Come shed your blood all upon me (The United States, they'll bury ya) Big New York City, Los Angeles A country full up of stranglas Born and bred half dead, fast food fed All misled, special ed, meds in the heads Hella dark, but Daddy can't pay electric Over there, they eccentric, here, they [?] It's Bruce, Ustler, Spaniolo, and Methric Jagged and Kangol Joe, Bones and Hektic Little boys, no toys, we young killjoys With plots and ploys to make lots of noise And you screamin' in terror, it's me in the mirror Posted behind you, a ghost to grind you I'm the Boogie Woogie Wu, one kung fu guru, too Three finger stab, I do true Red, white, and blue, the land of the free Where you might know an American Psycho American (Psychos), American (Psychos) Real psychos right off the street (The United States, they'll bury ya) American (Psychos), American (Psychos) Come shed your blood all upon me (The United States, they'll bury ya) Terror in America, tell me why they stare at ya 'Cause you lookin' different, why they keep comparin' ya To all the fuckin' noble ones thinkin' that you're better than Anything that evil is, quick to call 'em innocent Sick and I need medicine, tired of the reverend Tellin' us that Hell's a destination that we're headed in But I'm feelin' Heaven-sent, so fuck what he think of us 'Cause we comin' like American psychos every time that we bust From the North to the South to the East (Psychos) From the South to the North to the West (Psychos) East Side, West Side, whole area The United States, they'll bury ya American (I pledge allegiance), American (To the axe) Real psychos right off the street (That'll split your back) American (I pledge allegiance), American (To the hatchet) Come shed your blood all upon me (Wicked shit, can't nothin' match it) American (Psychos), American (Psychos) Real psychos right off the street (The United States, they'll bury ya) American (Psychos), American (Psychos) Come shed your blood all upon me (The United States, they'll bury ya) American, American Real psychos right off the street "Yes, yes, later than you think" |
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