Mind Of A Lunatic

Paranoid, sitting in a deep sweat
Thinking I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends
The sight of blood exites me
Shoot you in the head, sit down and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of last breath
Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place for me at the wrong time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute I'll lose my fucking mind
Calm down, back to reality
Don't fear death, 'cause I know it's follows to me
Flashes, I get flashes of Jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives I've wasted
The shadow of death follows me and I don't give a fuck (in a mind of a lunatic)
When your mine when your ass has been boxed up
Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick
This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic

Looking through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a peeping tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinking rape
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leaving out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back, slammed her down on the couch
Whip out my knife, said "if you scream, I cut you"
Opened her legs and commenced the fucking
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 (in a mind of a lunatic)
Had sex with the corpse before I left her
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 fucking with a lunatic

I sit alone in my four-cornered room
Staring at candles dreaming of the people I've dismantled
I close my eyes in a circle of pillows
The images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies being fucked up
Looks like I take her on a fit of my rage and I'm going nuts
Boy used to die when I'm full up with fruit
I be ebbin when I'm high
So I say "fuck" and just let bullets fly (in a mind of a lunatic)
Like I said before my postal 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 taking no shit
'Cause here comes the mind of a lunatic

My girl's getting skinny 'cause she's strung out on coke
So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat
Her grandma was standing there, she was screaming out
As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on 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 (in a mind of a lunatic)
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 dying 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 raging 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 coming with me" (in a mind of a lunatic)
All of a sudden the shit got silent
I remember waking up in the asylum
Being treated like a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists were slit
Think this is hard? This ain't as hard as it gets
No telling what's for up in the mind of a lunatic

January 5th 1969 (in a mind of a lunatic)
A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
I shoulda been killed
But my sister fucked around and let me live
And now I developed a criminal behaviour
Fuck with me, and I'll slay your ass, beyond recognition you shit
Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch
I beg your pardon, I'me talking the part
You'll never find the motherfucker, so save your milk cartons (in a mind of a lunatic)
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 pushing 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 motherfucking 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 (in a mind of a lunatic)
This is fact, not fictional, you son of a bitch
I got the mind of a lunatic

Mind of a lunatic

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Song Credits:

Original by Geto Boys
Written by Willie D , DJ Akshen and Lil J
Length: 9:49

Notes:

Therapeutic rendition by Marilyn Manson with guitar accompaniment by John 5.