Eric Davie - Monster Inside lyrics

[Hook] (A strange monster in you) Turning, twisting me inside Outta control, makes me feel alive (A strange monster in you) Stab it, shoot it, never die Razors, knives beneath me, I try [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] People need to feel they're in control Of their own situation at the end of their rope A new noose and too many new improved excuses Wounds cover the body and screws become lose And gruesome, better red than dead Flowin' again like the blood leaking out of each other's head There's a k**er alive inside of my mind That wants to pull out a butcher knife and stab you 300 times In the face, it seems that I've acquired a new taste For wiggin' the f** out, no matter the place It's a sick new addiction, the horror pulp fiction Assuming I'm the k**er and not just another victim Empty garbage bags in the back I'mma eat a little now, save the rest for a snack She said that I was a monster and a hideous disgrace So I carved her eyes out and called it a blind date [Hook] [Verse 2: Prozak] Damn, I swear there's gotta be something lurking inside of me With the certain purpose of hurtin' deceitful people for notoriety (Vigilante, archangel blood spiller Arch nemesis, illuminatii zodiac prozilla) Murderous rampage, always searchin' for fanbase Divine natural talent, attacking you from backstage Me and Twiztid we keep it wicked like Wes Crave We on the mission, the definition of insane Don't try to stop us for rocka monsters, just make way We are the masters of our craft, Jack of all trades Three Frankensteins created inside of the rap game We're programmed to eliminate the mainstream Most of em products, just gimmicks, homie they man made Synthetic rappers, the demographic: to get paid This is by meanest, sadistic, the lack of prolific substance and not for nothing Still nothing, we takin' it to the limits [Hook] [Verse 3: Monoxide] Cigarette breath, give me a mic check I'm the white that will rock sh** like Pyrex I'm the reason the Devil was in a red dress Repossess the address and left the b**h cut up to bits And headless, this sh** is iller than all of the k**ers on Craigslist We ain't nothin' to mess with But still they give us the best b**h We hit it out in the parking lot I'm in the dark with my Witchcraft and d**h wish with a voodoo doll Made out of corn stalks and dead fish, you's a dead b**h You from the midden, couldn't catch what I spit I take sh**s on MC's like toilets Boy, it's a lot of y'all or maybe it's the alcohol Tell em all that I'm back like spinal cords Keep your wack award, I wanna crack then rip her wall Give you more of that wicked sh** that you've been axin' for [Hook]