SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER!
Keep skeletons in my closet
Keeping skeletons in my closet
Keeping skeletons in my closet
I be keepin' them skeletons in my closet
Ayy
Born in hell, I was raised by demons
Sick of them sniper rifles, give me some machine guns
Y'all hate me for the color I wear on a daily basis
It's to hide the fact that I like skinning pretty faces
Nah, kidding
My name is Lubbock, "motherfucker" in your native tongue
Cross tail, I usually make a shitty punk song
Broke as fuck but feel like Bill Gates
I'll beat yo ass if you play two-face
Kick that shit like Vinsmoke Sanji
Motherfuckers criticize as if they really know me
Straight from your nightmare, I'm the main event
Close your eyes once and the horror show begins
Keeping skeletons in my closet
I be keepin' them skeletons in my closet
Keeping skeletons in my closet
I be keepin' them skeletons in my closet
For once in my life I know what I want yet I don't know what I want
'Cos what I want is someone to put her heel in my eye
Screaming bloody murder, for now I am on the run
But don't worry, I'll be making out with my shadow tonight
Grab a razor, lick it, why are my lips bleeding?
Murder Aliyev, can't you see the hate we're breeding?
Maybe it's my mental health that makes this shit crazy
Or maybe you're just a pussy pretending to be a bully
Gotta get my head on, keep it up with my head on
Get your head on, man, gotta gotta get my head on, uh
Gotta get my head on, keep it up with my head on
Get your head on, man, gotta gotta gotta get my head on
For once in my life I know what I want yet I don't know what I want
'Cos what I want is someone to put her heel in my eye
Screaming bloody murder, for now I am on the run
But don't worry, I'll be making out with my shadow tonight (Tonight)
Do not get it twisted, I'm the Joker on the run
It's not an image, I might just be Thomas Wayne's son
You can't kill me even if you pierce my heart with a bullet
I only die when I'm forgotten, everyone should know it
Keep skeletons in my closet
I be keepin' them skeletons in my closet
I be keepin' them skeletons in my closet
I once kept skeletons in my closet
Keeping skeletons in my closet
Keeping skeletons in my closet
I be keepin' them skeletons in my closet
Ayy
Born in hell, I was raised by demons
Sick of them sniper rifles, give me some machine guns
Y'all hate me for the color I wear on a daily basis
It's to hide the fact that I like skinning pretty faces
Nah, kidding
My name is Lubbock, "motherfucker" in your native tongue
Cross tail, I usually make a shitty punk song
Broke as fuck but feel like Bill Gates
I'll beat yo ass if you play two-face
Kick that shit like Vinsmoke Sanji
Motherfuckers criticize as if they really know me
Straight from your nightmare, I'm the main event
Close your eyes once and the horror show begins
Keeping skeletons in my closet
I be keepin' them skeletons in my closet
Keeping skeletons in my closet
I be keepin' them skeletons in my closet
For once in my life I know what I want yet I don't know what I want
'Cos what I want is someone to put her heel in my eye
Screaming bloody murder, for now I am on the run
But don't worry, I'll be making out with my shadow tonight
Grab a razor, lick it, why are my lips bleeding?
Murder Aliyev, can't you see the hate we're breeding?
Maybe it's my mental health that makes this shit crazy
Or maybe you're just a pussy pretending to be a bully
Gotta get my head on, keep it up with my head on
Get your head on, man, gotta gotta get my head on, uh
Gotta get my head on, keep it up with my head on
Get your head on, man, gotta gotta gotta get my head on
For once in my life I know what I want yet I don't know what I want
'Cos what I want is someone to put her heel in my eye
Screaming bloody murder, for now I am on the run
But don't worry, I'll be making out with my shadow tonight (Tonight)
Do not get it twisted, I'm the Joker on the run
It's not an image, I might just be Thomas Wayne's son
You can't kill me even if you pierce my heart with a bullet
I only die when I'm forgotten, everyone should know it
Keep skeletons in my closet
I be keepin' them skeletons in my closet
I be keepin' them skeletons in my closet
I once kept skeletons in my closet
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Lubbock, Sniper Rifle Lubba
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