Sitting in my room, thinking about my life
Looking at that draw, thinking about that knife
Never said I ain't wrong
But who's saying I wasn't right
Toughest part is figuring out which way of the wrist to slice
f**, I'm nothing nice
Maybe it's just this alcohol, talking to me in the night
Telling me to k**, slaughter 'em all
Am I going crazy? Maybe
Hoping the different mention n***as listen to me daily
The motherf**ing Monster In The Dark
In the night
They don't wanna see me bring the dark to the light
I think about that sh**, that's why I do not sit and write
'Cuz I don't wanna sound like I just sit here and recite
By a flame, ignite
I am way to tight
To be searching for a motherf**ing couch to sleep at night
Surrounded by the hype
Feed into the lights
'Till you wake up in the morning and realize its just a night
What The f**!
[?Ho Ho, I hear footsteps in the attic now the closing in close?]
Ghoulies, goblins, ghosts and bazonkers
Come into my room and meet that real Cookie Monster
I think it's to host a toast for the game, y'all
Cook a n***a like roast when I flame all
I must've been the way I bust with the game [?doll?]
{Can't make out the rest}
One of the sickest in game
You can Google me, name Twisted Insane!
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