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Devilish Mood

 

Devilish Mood

(album: Judgement Day - 1992)


I'm in a devilish mood..
I'm in a devilish mood...
You don't understand me, I got a split personality,
Showing you a different side of reality.
Late night walking down the street with a butcher knife,
Cold jam it in your stomach, and watch you vomit.
Some say I'm sick, hard to get with,
The despotic psychotic nitwit.
Red Rum, Red Rum, I gotta get me some so where's my next victim?
Little old lady walking down the block,
Hit her in the back of the head with a rock.
Dum dum ditty dum ditty dum dum, Red Rum, Red Rum, Red Rum.
APB out on me, killed the old lady, took her social security.
I'm living just like a pack rat,
So when I see someone with some food, I say gimme that!
I'm living just like a pack rat, sleeping on clothes and shit,
Holes in my clothes, I'm sleeping outdoors.
'cause Governor Ingling took my foodstamp,
Got me living just like a tramp.
A hobo po' living outdoors,
Thrown on the streets, so I'm sleeping on shelter floors.
I result to voodoo,
I'ma make me out a doll of Governor Ingling to.
And put a pin in the middle of the fo' head,
While I say to myself, Play dead!
Homeless, I got no home,
So when I see a old lady, I follow her ass home.
People say I'm living just like a animal,
I result to eatin people like a cannibal.
Listen to the funky drama,
I get flash backs and visions that I'm Jeffery Dahmer.
Now I'm on the hunt for food,
'cause I'm homeless, I'm in a devilish mood.
I'm starving just like Marvin,
So I'ma get me a butcher knife and start carving.
People up, what the hell,
I'll get me some food for wars if I got to jail.
But even the jails won't take me,
I got caught up in the system, breaking me.
Breaking me down, nervous break down,
Cops found two dead bodies on the west side of town.
Blame it on the homeless people,
I hear no, see no, say no evil.
Shoulda just take my own life,
One man starving, walking around with a butcher knife.
Wish life like it was on TV,
Then maybe someone would help me,
Or get me some food,
'cause I got to survive, I'm in a devilish mood.

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