Maniac Killa

(álbum: Freek Show - 2000)

The lotus pod, the lotus pod fucka
Vampiro, child of the rancid, wrechet, darknest
Vampiro, I truly am a juggalotus
Maniac killa
Super unknown, hero
A true hatchet ryda
Long rain the lotus killas
Then again, is my priviledge
To power bomb your fucking ass
On a bed of butcher knife's muthafucka
The result of 6 serial, murdering maniac killas
Killing, murdering, stabbing
All hail the lotus pod from heince we came

Hello, Hi I'm Shaggs
I don't know, maybe you heard of me
The Southwest Strangla
That one guy from icp
No?
Well, it's cool maybe you don't know what to expect
Allow me to extend my hand
In friendship to shake your fucking neck
As if you don't know, well you don't gotta clue
2dope, maniac killa from dark lotus crew
Oh shit damn, lemme quit choking ya
Sike, UUhh..uhh...ahhhhahaha

I need a cigarette before I go ballistic
sadistics of my mind frame
Explains when I'm insane
I'm twiztid branded
With the mark or the axe
A minor relapse and all I wanna do is split backs
Biaatch
I'm a maniac
But, you gotta understand that a
I can't control my hands and a
I'll love ta choke you if I can and a
Never once
Nowhere in my mind as I was sane
Ever since I remember, kill is just a game

[x2]
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
See me on the streets bitch, don't get killed
My mind is on my axe and my axe is on my side
Who wanna die?
Who wanna die?

Uhh..
Watch me, I tippie toe
Richie, your death is slow
No run, nowhere to hide
One more, one homicide
Who cares, when I was hungry
Passed out, dead with no money
Mama, she cleaned your toilets
Mama, she bought my bullets
Bullets, can be so pretty
Watch out, ugly and bloody
Fear not, I am no sicko
Your life, not worth the nickle
Don't go, I will not eat you
Your kind, I will defeat you
Mama, never expected
Mama, Her pain corrupted

[x2]
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
See me on the streets bitch, don't get killed
My mind is on my axe and my axe is on my side
Who wanna die?
Who wanna die?

I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
A maniac killa, don't get killed
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
A maniac killa, don't get killed

I be the maniac K-I double L-A
I slit their fucking throats and have
Sex with all the bodies, I'm a retard
People call me special though
I keep my victims eyelids
In a mennilla office envelopes
I split you like a cantalope
To see whatd on your mind
Smoking trees, keep me find
well at least most of the time
Till i'm on your front lawn
Waiting in the cold, the lights on
But don't look like nobody home

At last I come creeping threw darkness
Missing this dark and take out any carcass
Dumping out my big dugs
A couple suckas playing dub with they gases
Nobody else ghetto path
Huh? muthafucka, give up your bread
This is blaze ya dead homie sicking the head
I've been dead
I thought you knew, I'm a maniac killa
Psycho, thug, filling body bags on the daily whut?

[x4]
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled
See me on the streets bitch, don't get killed
My mind is on my axe and my axe is on my side
Who wanna die?
Who wanna die?