Twisted Insane - Sweet Dreams lyrics

[Verse 1] I sit in a dark room With nobody but myself and Puttin' on my thoughts unto this bottle I got off this shelf I know I need help For the fact I was contemplatin' on my d**h as suicide gettin somebody to rob but I post up right here with the tech now Lolligaggin' with their life and Thinkin' bout cookin your noodle poppin' your top on off with the knife and Brain fraidin' to the nightstand I know but not as cold as some of these hoes been in my refrigerator freezin' cheaper screamin' it was froze One oh no Bloody toes and elbows I was standin' one foot from that motherf**er when he whispered (Please no...) But there was nobody there that could save me though From the monstrous chef Knife cut you with the Freddy stripes and that hides you to d**h The real Michael Myers No Rob Zombie No motherf**in' Dr. Loomis Just one sick individual off of a one-fifty-one when think when I do this Just black out Wake up the next day covered in blood and guts With pieces of nuts Leakin with the puss And brains and kidneys stickin' to my chucks I know it sounds f**ed [Verse 2] I know it sounds f**ed up I can't help it And I really mean this Use the music as a plead for help, hell believe it I really seen it the old English Got me beatin away at my penis 'Till it throb Lookin' like a corn on the cob Balls bigger than Venus Runnin up into the pep when they seen us Like the motherf**er was the reaper bustin' Tryin to be tough and Now they're sufferin' the repercussions Midsections gushin' Thinkin this last thought's for be all trophy (Try to say somethin') But they cannot talk with a mouth full filled up with the hatred Never rest until you meet your doom Hit a n***a with a quick kaboom Quick k** 'em and then I'm on the move I'ma find out in the dune buggy Rollin down the street with nothin' but swisher sweet and saloon money (you know) Somebody toast this drink for me Keep your opinions to yourself I don't need nobody to think for me You motherf**ers all stink to me If you ask me, f** it I'ma keep it to myself Heater on the shelf You can keep your health Hearin' like an elf Creepin' on the stealth I know it sounds cold [Verse 3] It's cold Drinkin' thinkin with the venom Pistol packin' with the get 'em Our motherf**ers like denim Their n***as' faces like linen Lookin' like a pretzel when I bend 'em n***a you choose what sidaz Everyone's still beside us n***a the whose who's and the Ridaz No survivors, everybody dyaz' Horror movies Gore movies More movies With blood and guts and more uzis More gruely Automatic weapons causin' d**h and more goolies More frames More bloodstains and brains oozin' Damn now, sick individual I be tryin' to be gettin' off of this east or Eatin' orangutan and chilled monkey brains for dessert Can I get off until he's hurt Puttin' bullets in it with the four-fifth Really into witchcraft Don't play with no hocus pocus And I gotta be the dopest Cause I'm so promotious Might overdose on my own sh** Hit the sure spit (you need to relax though) Runnin' with the perm hit b**h you ain't learned sh**? (Say what?) Tell me when you've had enough or Get your guts tucked in the cut with brains and kidneys stickin' to my chucks I know it sounds f**ed