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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 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 fucking mind
Calm down, back to reality
Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to 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
(In a mind of a lunatic)
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
She's naked, and I'm a peepin 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 in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped 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
And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
Run for shelter never crossed my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine
Dial 911 for the bitch
But the cops ain't shit
when they're fucking with a mind of a lunatic
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Dreaming of the people I've dismantled
I close my eyes and in the circle
Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies being fucked up
Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's going nuts
Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry
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, Scarface is my identity
A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo get a grip
And bitch, better come equipped, ain't taking no shit
Cause here comes a mind of a lunatic
My girl's getting skinny, 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, mutherfucker ! Bitch, suck my dick
(Mind of a lunatic)
I said, "Die muthafucker !" 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 got me crazy as fuck
A ragin psychotic full of that Angel's Dust
The cops had the place surrounded
Hunted for a way to get out - and I found it
Innocent bystanders watch me set an example
I popped one, "Let me go, goddammit
Scot free
Or all of these mutherfuckers coming with me"
(In A Mind of a lunatic)
All of a sudden the shit got silent
I remember waking up, in an asylum
Being treated like a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit
Think this is harsh? This ain't as harsh as it gets
No telling what's being thought up in the mind of a lunatic
Janurary 5th 1969
A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
I shoulda been killed
But sister fucked around and let me live
Now I developped a criminal behaviour
Fuck with me, and I'll slay your ass
Beyond recognition, shit
Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch
I beg your pardon, on talking to borden
You'll never find a mutherfucker, so save your milk cartons
(In A Mind of a lunatic)
Cross the line, your ass is mine
I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me
Your funky ass will be pushing up daisies
You wanna know what makes me click?
My psychiatrist said 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 mutherfucking house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, 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 hit the fan
I'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican
The nightmares I leave you with on the scene
(In A Mind of a lunatic)
Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch
I got the mind of a lunatic
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 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 fucking mind
Calm down, back to reality
Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to 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
(In a mind of a lunatic)
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
She's naked, and I'm a peepin 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 in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped 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
And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
Run for shelter never crossed my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine
Dial 911 for the bitch
But the cops ain't shit
when they're fucking with a mind of a lunatic
Dreaming of the people I've dismantled
I close my eyes and in the circle
Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies being fucked up
Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's going nuts
Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry
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, Scarface is my identity
A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo get a grip
And bitch, better come equipped, ain't taking no shit
Cause here comes a mind of a lunatic
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, mutherfucker ! Bitch, suck my dick
(Mind of a lunatic)
I said, "Die muthafucker !" 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 got me crazy as fuck
A ragin psychotic full of that Angel's Dust
The cops had the place surrounded
Hunted for a way to get out - and I found it
Innocent bystanders watch me set an example
I popped one, "Let me go, goddammit
Scot free
Or all of these mutherfuckers coming with me"
(In A Mind of a lunatic)
All of a sudden the shit got silent
I remember waking up, in an asylum
Being treated like a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit
Think this is harsh? This ain't as harsh as it gets
No telling what's being thought up in the mind of a lunatic
A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
I shoulda been killed
But sister fucked around and let me live
Now I developped a criminal behaviour
Fuck with me, and I'll slay your ass
Beyond recognition, shit
Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch
I beg your pardon, on talking to borden
You'll never find a mutherfucker, so save your milk cartons
(In A Mind of a lunatic)
Cross the line, your ass is mine
I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me
Your funky ass will be pushing up daisies
You wanna know what makes me click?
My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic
Unless your ass wanna be made history
I'll blow your mutherfucking house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, 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 hit the fan
I'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican
The nightmares I leave you with on the scene
(In A Mind of a lunatic)
Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch
I got the mind of a lunatic
Song Info
Submitted by
marquicerise On Mar 05, 2006
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This song was originally performed by the Geto Boys. You can find MM's version on the single for the MM song This Is The New Shit.
This song was originally performed by the Geto Boys.
Holy fuck....
foflol
foflol
Actually, After hearing the original Geto boys' version, This sucks compared to it.
Actually, after hearing the original Geto Boys' version... I can say Manson IS the very disease they pretend to have. That hip-hop at most makes one dance (if one likes it), but nothing else...
Actually, after hearing the original Geto Boys' version... I can say Manson IS the very disease they pretend to have. That hip-hop at most makes one dance (if one likes it), but nothing else...
Oh, go and do your hip hop some other place... that song is a joke.
Oh, go and do your hip hop some other place... that song is a joke.
Reciting lyrics on rhythms for 10 yo (hip hop) could be catchy but it could never be serious.
Reciting lyrics on rhythms for 10 yo (hip hop) could be catchy but it could never be serious.
Marilyn Manson didn't even sing it. He just talked. And anyone who thinks Manson is a serious form of art is just kidding themselves. His lyrics are shyt, and someone needs to let him know that screaming and moaning =/= singing. Rap is just a serious a form of art as any, but really no music should be taken so seriously.
Marilyn Manson didn't even sing it. He just talked. And anyone who thinks Manson is a serious form of art is just kidding themselves. His lyrics are shyt, and someone needs to let him know that screaming and moaning =/= singing. Rap is just a serious a form of art as any, but really no music should be taken so seriously.
Eye patched pete, no one said Manson sang the song. He just talked, sure. You think many serial killers sing to their victims?
Eye patched pete, no one said Manson sang the song. He just talked, sure. You think many serial killers sing to their victims?
That is the point I made, read again - Manson IS the very disease they pretend to have. Manson did not sing it, he was it - at least for those 9 minutes.
That is the point I made, read again - Manson IS the very disease they pretend to have. Manson did not sing it, he was it - at least for those 9 minutes.
I'd be willing to bet the the Geto Boys have seen more violence up close and personal in their lifetime than Manson has, if anyone's pretending it's Manson.
I'd be willing to bet the the Geto Boys have seen more violence up close and personal in their lifetime than Manson has, if anyone's pretending it's Manson.
E-thug: 'cause talking shit in person is dangerous...
E-thug: 'cause talking shit in person is dangerous...
The above applies to your hip hoppers with their "up close" violence, their white furs on their black skin and big, golden items on their... well everywhere if possible. Fake ones will do as real ones cost too much.
The above applies to your hip hoppers with their "up close" violence, their white furs on their black skin and big, golden items on their... well everywhere if possible. Fake ones will do as real ones cost too much.
See, now you're just making ignorant generalizations. That's a whole different type of rap, that's modern rap which is a big fucking middle finger to what it used to be. The Geto Boys were from the street, born and raised on the streets, they were the real deal. I dare you to try to find a picture of them in white fur and gold chains. They probably didn't make enough money for chains, like most good artists, they never received a lot of mainstream success, due to graphic lyrics depicting rape, sex, murder, violence, drug use, and necrophilia. But you...
See, now you're just making ignorant generalizations. That's a whole different type of rap, that's modern rap which is a big fucking middle finger to what it used to be. The Geto Boys were from the street, born and raised on the streets, they were the real deal. I dare you to try to find a picture of them in white fur and gold chains. They probably didn't make enough money for chains, like most good artists, they never received a lot of mainstream success, due to graphic lyrics depicting rape, sex, murder, violence, drug use, and necrophilia. But you know what else? The rappers that do wear the gold chains and shit, they wear it because they're proud of how far they've come. These aren't the privileged white kids whining about how nobody understand them, these are people born dirt fucking poor, so when they make it big, can afford to move out of a shitty neighborhood, fuck yeah they're going to show it off, because now they actually have something to show off.[/rant]
Well this is fun. X]
Oh, and just so you don't get the wrong idea, I'm not a hardcore rap fan yo. The Geto Boys just happen to be one of my favorite groups. I'm actually more into goth rock. And while I may not like Marilyn Manson, I don't dislike him either. His cover of Sweet Dreams was pretty badass, the rest of his music, can't really get passed his voice, but he seems to be a pretty talented lyricist. I just happen to think this is a terrible cover of one of my favorite songs.
Oh, and just so you don't get the wrong idea, I'm not a hardcore rap fan yo. The Geto Boys just happen to be one of my favorite groups. I'm actually more into goth rock. And while I may not like Marilyn Manson, I don't dislike him either. His cover of Sweet Dreams was pretty badass, the rest of his music, can't really get passed his voice, but he seems to be a pretty talented lyricist. I just happen to think this is a terrible cover of one of my favorite songs.
I checked out the original version, I like Manson's version better. I like the way he twist things.
I can't even check out the original version. Geto boys? wtf
I can't even check out the original version. Geto boys? wtf
Sorry to say that the original rapes this Manson version a new asshole. Fact.
Sorry to say that the original rapes this Manson version a new asshole. Fact.