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Mind Playin Tricks On Me Lyrics - Artist : Insane Clown Posse
[Violent J:]
I showed up at your high school prom With an axe in my motherfuckin' palm Oh, later for that? Oh, we about to get into that mind, huh? Alright At night I can't sleep, I stress, concerned Imagination attacks, I'm seein' bodies bein' burned Four walls closin' in, I'm panicin' Starin' at the ceilin', froze like a mannequin My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right I go to war with my own mind every night See me prayin' with my eyes closed Mad sweaty, and blood starts oozin' out my nose There's somebody watchin' outside I just shiver in bed, playin' dead, tryin' to hide I feel the shadow loomin' over my covers But when I look, I don't see the mother fuckers On my hatchet, reflections of a red moon Talkin' backwards in the corner of my bedroom Some might say, "Take a chill, B." But I can't see, it's like somebody's tryin' to kill me I'm poppin' in my clip when the wind blows Every twenty seconds got me peepin' out my windows I hear a scream every time I doze off Big grandfather clock rocks when it goes off Maybe I'm just too lonely My mind's playin' tricks on me [Shaggy 2 Dope:] I fly Faygos and fuck fat broads Everybody know me; Dark Carnival star But late at night, somethin' ain't right I feel I'm bein' tailed by the same fuckin' headlights Is it that fool I beat down with Mike Clark Or is it that punk that I choked in the park Or is it the mark I took for five thousand dollars Thought I sold him yay, but it was Gold Medal flour Reached in the back, grabbed the chopper for these busters Ain't no use to me lyin', I was scareder than a motherfucker Made a left on Jefferson and jumped out quick If it's goin' down, bitch, let's get this shit over with Here they come, so fuck it, I'm ready I got my hand on my bloody machete What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin' Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens Woo, the drama avoided I take my boys everywhere I go because I'm noided I keep lookin' over my shoulders, peekin' around corners My mind's playin' tricks on me [Lil Wyte:] Yeah, Lil Wyte, Lil Wyte Day by day, it's more impossible to cope That's because I'm the one that's doin' dope Can't keep a steady hand, because I'm nervous The Devil won't allow me in service Prayin' for forgiveness And tryin' to make a billion out the business I know the Devil's lookin' at me But yet and still, it's hard for me to feel happy I often drunk when I drive Call me vehicular homicide I'm 'bout to get it over with I like to smoke and drink, I get full, bitch I got two little girls to look after And if I die, they'll end up datin' little bastards I had a bitch down with me But to me it seemed like she was out to get me She ain't helped me out in this shit So to me now she just another bitch Now she layin' back where they made her I already know that I hate her Now I bet she's lonely I got a new bad bitch, homie [ABK:] This year, Halloween fell on a weekend Me and the Juggalos was trick-or-treatin' Robbin' richie boys for bags 'Til the 5-0 got behind our ass So we speeded up the pace Took a look back and he was right before our face He was 'bout to keep me down, no doubt So I swung and punched him dead in the mouth His bitch ass was goin' down, we figured And if he don't, then I'ma have to pull the trigger Put his body down six or seven feet In other words, lay his ass to sleep Had to triple team on him Rob the motherfuckin' couple G's he had on him The more I shot, the more blood flew Then he disappeared and my ninjas disappeared too Then I felt just like a fiend It wasn't even close to Halloween It was dark as fuck on the streets My hands were all bloody from punchin' on the concrete Goddamn, homie My mind's playin' tricks on me |
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