Paranoid, sittin' in a deep sweat
Thinkin' I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends
The sight of blood excites me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place with me at the wrong time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin' mind
Calm down, back to reality
Don't fear death, 'cause I know that it follows me
Flashes, I get flashes of jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives I've wasted
The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck
Pussy play superman, your ass'll get boxed up
Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick
This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic

Lookin' through her window, now my body is warm
Shes naked, and I'm a peepin tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin' rape
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin' out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my knife, said, if you scream, I cut you
Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin'
She begged me not to kill her, so I gave her a rose
Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
Had sex with the corpse before I left her
And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
Run for shelter never crossed my mind
I had a gauge, a grenade, and even a nine
Dial 911 for the bitch
But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin' with the mind of a lunatic

I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin' at candles
Dreamin' of the people I've dismantled
I close my eyes and I'm in the circle
These images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Glad bags of bodies bein' fucked up
Looks like I take a fit of my rage, I'm goin' nuts
Boys used to die when I'm full fo' that fry
I be eatin' when I'm high
So I say fuck and just let bullets fly
Like I said, my poster face is my identity
A homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip
And bitch, better come equipped, I ain't takin' no shit
'Cause here comes the mind of a lunatic

My girl's gettin' skinny, 'cause she's strung out on coke
So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat
Her grandma was standin' there, she was screamin' out
As she reached for the telly, I put the blade in granny's ass
Went to the back and grabbed a shovel
Now granny's on her way to meet the devil
Pulled out my.38 and aimed at the bitch
A cop says (freeze, motherfucker!) bitch, suck my dick
I said, die, motherfucker! As I blasted
Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
The scent of buckshots in human flesh
Pigs dyin' from bullet wounds to the chest
No sheriff's gonna take me on a road
Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode
Fuck that, 'cause I ain'ts to die
So I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry
It's got me crazy as fuck
A ragin' psychotic full of that angel's dust
The cops had that place surrounded
Hunted for a way to get out - and I found it
Innocent bystanders will watch, I set an example
I popped one, let me go, goddammit
Scot free
Or all of these motherfuckers comin' with me
All of a sudden the shit got silent
I remember wakin' up, in an asylum
Bein' treated like a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit
Think this is hard? This ain't as hard as it gets
No tellin' what's bein' thought up in the mind of a lunatic

January 5th, 1969
A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
I should'a been killed
My sister fucked around and let me live
Now I developed a criminal behavior
Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya
Ass, beyond recognition, shit
Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch
I beg your pardon, on talkin' to borden
You'll never find a motherfucker, so save your milk cartons
Cross the line, your ass is mine
I don't care if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, or crazy, it don't faze me
Your funky ass will be pushin' up daisies
You wanna know what makes me click?
My psychiatrist says I got the mind of a lunatic

I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me
Unless your ass wanna be made history
I'll blow your motherfuckin' house up
And if your wife and kids say "stop", they're fucked
I don't give a damn who I slay
Don't let me get a hold of some 'e' & 'j'
'Cause when the shit hits the fan
I'll stab your ass quicker than a mexican
The nightmares I leave you with
Will seem to make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, you son of a bitch
I got the mind of a lunatic

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