American Psycho
So what you want? I got it
Keep asking why im screaming
Cos you wont aknowledge
The pain that I be feeling
Think im "so-psychotic"
You can put me in that picture
Want a monster? You got it
A victim of society
Want control? You got it
But you thinking way to stupid
Use your dome, your noggin
Were running out of time
You think you grown, you childish
You running spreading lies
Ho yes im cold and rotten
I wouldnt love me either
I'm way too woozy im nauseus
Cuz all these drugs im sniffing
I cant feel nothin nomore
Except these cuts I think im rotting
I dont even think im human
Havent felt real since womb
And I cant even keep my cool
I'm popping X lift my mood
And I cant even trust myself
I tie my hands up when I snooze
'Cos if im doing what I want
Everybodies gonna lose
So poison me, I want it please
Your fentanyl, your exstacy
Controlling me
I'm reaking havoc, feeling manic
With this gun. its automatic
Want a war?
I dont think you want it
But you can have it
Die! Die! Die! Die! Die-
I want to watch you fall
Trigger finger itching twitching
OD 'em like it's fentanyl
You a fuckin poser and a goofy
I see you tryin hard
But you aint nothing like me
You aint ever see a body fall
No I dont really give a shit
I didnt know if you can tell
I dont give a fuck about heaven
I'm over throwin hell
Because everybody dies
I'm addicted to the smell
I'm thinkin im a demon
Cos I dont got a soul to sell
Fuck me, rape me, kill me, die
(I cant wait to leave this life)
Beat me, stab me, taint me
(Dont care no more lord knows i tried)
Money, mack, and murder
That shit stay up on my mind
(Sometimes I cant sleep at night)
All these thoughts up in my head
I think im gonna lose my mind
(Wish that someone'd treat me right)
Keep asking why im screaming
Cos you wont aknowledge
The pain that I be feeling
Think im "so-psychotic"
You can put me in that picture
Want a monster? You got it
A victim of society
Want control? You got it
But you thinking way to stupid
Use your dome, your noggin
Were running out of time
You think you grown, you childish
You running spreading lies
Ho yes im cold and rotten
I wouldnt love me either
I'm way too woozy im nauseus
Cuz all these drugs im sniffing
I cant feel nothin nomore
Except these cuts I think im rotting
I dont even think im human
Havent felt real since womb
And I cant even keep my cool
I'm popping X lift my mood
And I cant even trust myself
I tie my hands up when I snooze
'Cos if im doing what I want
Everybodies gonna lose
So poison me, I want it please
Your fentanyl, your exstacy
Controlling me
I'm reaking havoc, feeling manic
With this gun. its automatic
Want a war?
I dont think you want it
But you can have it
Die! Die! Die! Die! Die-
I want to watch you fall
Trigger finger itching twitching
OD 'em like it's fentanyl
You a fuckin poser and a goofy
I see you tryin hard
But you aint nothing like me
You aint ever see a body fall
No I dont really give a shit
I didnt know if you can tell
I dont give a fuck about heaven
I'm over throwin hell
Because everybody dies
I'm addicted to the smell
I'm thinkin im a demon
Cos I dont got a soul to sell
Fuck me, rape me, kill me, die
(I cant wait to leave this life)
Beat me, stab me, taint me
(Dont care no more lord knows i tried)
Money, mack, and murder
That shit stay up on my mind
(Sometimes I cant sleep at night)
All these thoughts up in my head
I think im gonna lose my mind
(Wish that someone'd treat me right)
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Writer(s): Vik Sinatra
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