lirik lagu cult activity - inside the straight jacket
[verse 1: bl~~dy ruckus]
run up in the house like where the stash at?
gun up in your mouth like where the cash at?
baseball bats, we ain’t playing ball
clap you in the dome, i ain’t ryan braun
i’m just a con, i’m such a scam
i don’t even know where the f~ck i am
let me out the ward, now i’m going ham
f~ck the pills, they don’t work
came to get blood on this t~shirt
i’m past the point of recollection
i’m blacking out, probably disconnected
i’m sick and tired of being so rejected
so i grip your guts and rock ’em like a necklace
my life is reckless, full of gore
black clouds ’cause i’m horrorcore
these good times are k!lling me
i commence the slaughter, never face defeat
i don’t need friends unless they’re dead and blue
’cause they won’t snitch and they stay true
me and my crew, we some entities
i don’t even think that we’re human beings
we shape~shift, then disappear
back to the woods when the vision’s clear
back to the sticks where we trap and slaughter
show us that spot where they found your daughter
swinging from a hook, it was so melodic
she sway with the breeze, it was so erotic
see a straitjacket can’t hold me
k!ll ’em all is what they told me
it’s cult sh~t you know you know me
so bow down then f~cking blow me
you a b~tch ass c~nt and you’re f~cking phony
[chorus: s.a.w da ghozt]
inside of this straitjacket is a dead man living reckless
i can’t move and i can’t breathe
lock me in a padded room and throw away the key
in a straitjacket, in a straitjacket (ooh)
in a straitjacket, in a straitjacket
locked away for so long, going crazy in silence
staring at you through the window everyday smiling
[verse 2: damien quinn]
in my mind i’m a walking asylum, tie ’em up, cut ’em up
stuff ’em up like a taxidermist, guess it’s worth it, i’m nuts as f~ck
i picture guts on my dinner plate, slice your face at a slow pace
place it on mine ’cause i’m out my mind
and i swear they’re not gonna get me this time
they’re coming to take me away
haha! hehe! hoho! i’m at your door
with a .44, cultsh~t on my mask ’cause i blast seventy~five thousands pounds of gore
quote the raven nevermore, this cultsh~t and i’m horrorcore
let the chainsaw roar while she’s on all fours
shove it up her ass and l!ck what’s on the floor
why won’t these voices in my head quit all this racket?
why won’t my doctor let me out this straitjacket?
there’s an itch on my back, won’t you scratch it with a hatchet?
or force~feed me pills ’til i’m dead in the casket?
i spit on your grave like i spit these raps
got these haters shaking like a panic attack
they know that i’m evil like witchcraft or like i’m satanic on crack
hack you up, pack you up, ship your dead body overseas
i’m speaking portuguese discussing fresh cuts of your meat
[chorus: s.a.w da ghozt]
inside of this straitjacket is a dead man living reckless
i can’t move and i can’t breathe
lock me in a padded room and throw away the key
in a straitjacket, in a straitjacket (ooh)
in a straitjacket, in a straitjacket
locked away for so long, going crazy in silence
staring at you through the window everyday smiling
[verse 3: s.a.w. da ghozt]
home in the mental ward and the padded room
but beyond the truth, they got me on a bunch of pills
i be keeping on the real more than the blood of my knife
k!ll a dyk~ with a lych ’cause that’s really how i feel
relocating, then my vision i’ve been watching them, my doings
making victims saying we look like jeffrey dahmer
i slaughter more harder than travis morehouse doing his own father
face carver disorder, rocking back and forth like i’m r~t~rded
cult crew so deep that i’m well guarded
i’m the bullet, you’re the target
f~ck therapy with a scalpel in my hand
i grip it deep and take a dagger, finna f~ck your guts up
going to church, you feel f~cking scared
i’ma rob the change from my cult cup
rapin’ a b~tch in a wheelchair, and makin’ her sing he’s got the whole world in his hands
i’m the guy that you will fear, grab her p~ssy tell the b~tch, straight sh~ts his pants
cut the throat of a sl~t nurse
so l eat away her lungs like big lurch
make the main vein squirt, put her in the black he~rs~
now i know my life is nothing but a f~cking curse
i’ve been in this jacket for a long time
and it’s with me ’til the day that i die
and when i get out all you motherf~ckers gonna recognize who i am with a knife up in your mother like a hooker in my oven
keep her head and run the puppet like son of sam
[chorus: s.a.w da ghozt]
inside of this straitjacket is a dead man living reckless
i can’t move and i can’t breathe
lock me in a padded room and throw away the key
in a straitjacket, in a straitjacket (ooh)
in a straitjacket, in a straitjacket
locked away for so long, going crazy in silence
staring at you through the window everyday smiling
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