Devilish Mentality

Krypt Keepa
Coming up
All you bustas
Better duck

Split personalities
Devilish mentalities

Krypt Keepa
Coming up
All you bustas
Better duck

Split personalities
Devilish mentalities
In the psych ward
Cuz I pleaded
To insanity

Feeling like
I'm in a
Slasher now
Been creeping
All around the town
Gun on my hip
And I'm on
The prowl
To get some bud
Cuz I'm almost out
So I hit my plug
Says he's
In a drought
But he knows
Where to find
A large amount
While he makes some calls
I Sit on
The couch
And smoke the last bits
Of my loud

Bong in my hand
I pack it down
And rip that shit
Then blow some clouds
This weed has got me
Fucking slouched
I'm sinking deep
Into the couch
Before I know it
I black out
Then all of a sudden I hear
A shout
Eyes open to a
Bloody mess
My plug is dead
Knives in his mouth

Gore covering
My sweatshirt now
Blood on my hands
A large amount
Panic rising up
In my chest
Heart beats so fast
You hear the sound
The voices getting louder now
The devils laughing
As I Frown
He used me to
Commit these crimes
And now my demons
Coming out

Split personalities
Devilish mentalities

Split personalities
Devilish mentalities

In the psych ward
Cuz I pleaded
To insanity

Split personalities
Devilish mentalities

Split personalities
Devilish mentalities

Split personalities
Devilish mentalities

In the psych ward
Cuz I pleaded
To insanity

Feeling like
I'm a maniac
I'm having another
Ink attack
This bud has got me
Fucking crazed
I might just go
And grab an axe
And chop this body
Into bits
To get rid of
The evidence
When all of
A sudden
I hear a knock
Look who it is
The fucking pigs

In the psych ward
Cuz I pleaded to insanity



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Writer(s): Gilbert Pompa Jr.
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