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jokesa - cripplin' minds كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: jokesa]
left brain, going insane
tryna rummage through my only brain
psychopathic urges start to emerges
hoping murder inflicts the pain
since this morning i’m feeling off
nose bleeds and a dirty cough
no needs and murderous thoughts
no sleep and a girl that’s hot
i’ve been wandering down the streets
for like 45 of the longest minutes now
tryna reach where my barrel meets
body overdrive, passin’ through the limits now
sh_t, morals divin’ deep
even midgets, k!ll ‘em in my f_ckin’ sleep
scratchin’ eyes, till they f_ckin’ bleed
all digits, they can rest in peace
lookin’ back down at my watch, it’s turnin’ 8:09
so you know it’s time
gotta get my hands dirty, gotta find a victim, gotta murder gotta commit a crime
gotta close my eyеs when it’s dark, all i can picture is my b_tch bleedin’ and tied
this isn’t liеs, it’s leavin’ my mark_ cuz she’ll never be theirs, she’s mine!
[verse 2: jokesa]
my eyes glued to the time, runnin’ and stumbblin’ to my house
finally made it to the place, but the b_tch left with no trace
she’s supposed to be my spouse, even went n spit my face
n lately she been runnin’ mouth, so i’m aimin’ at her waist
this the sh_t she least expected, said i’m psycho_ brain infected
feelings you hate you rejected, that this psycho calls neglected
yeah your guts i f_ckin’ hate, body bag sealed with yo fate
i want you in my closet, hide yo body parts here in a crate
google up your destination, see you hanging at a spot
wait a sec, i know this spot, here we dropped off scott
what you doing here b_tch!, really tryna escape my grip?
heading over_ in yo driveway, clench this knife hard in my fist

[interlude]
walk up to the house, sneak in without a knock
break down the f_ckin’ lock, now i’m comin’ to the top
moanin’ comin’ from yo room, bust the door with h_lla fumes
now i’m on top of scott n she beggin’ me to stop
grabbin’ at his f_ckin throat when he breathes i f_ckin’ squeeze
can’t express how much it pleases me to see his eyes bleed
now he got it on my jeans, and there really ain’t no hope
got my eyes on the prize, and now i’m headin’ for her throat

[verse 3: jokesa]
b_tch went runnin’ through the door, but too late i grabbed her wrist
“what you did was so much more!” then she peppered sprayed my sh_t
then i fell n busted my lip, grabbed her leg n made her trip
but she climbin’ to her feet, from my vision i let her split
runnin’ through the entrance, i see her runnin’ to the trees
“f_ck!” i can’t take a sentence, murder must be guaranteed
so i’m climbin’ to my knees, thirst for blood like i’m these fleas
give the knife a little squeeze then i heard a lil sneeze
[outro]
(_grass rustling_)
where are you?
i know you’re hiding
c’mon…
come out, come out
wait, what? (_gunshots_)

- jokesa

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