Twisted Insane - The Wall lyrics

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! Crowd Cheer: Twisted Insane (x11)