Master Mind
Mind of a Maniac
He opened up his eyes took the gun straight from the closet,
Once the evils in his mind its far too late to stop it,
His mind went back to the last time he popped it,
Shot his own brother whilst his mothers sitting opposite,
He looked straight in the mirror with such evil eyes,
Noone will ever feel the pain and the grieve inside,
He needed motivation, a need to survive,
Smiling from the violence when they pleeded and cried,
His wall was filled with pictures of all his victims with a line through it,
Still he still walks away with no convictions he just smiles to it,
Hed never cry for help his mother was never there for a portion,
So many times he wished that shed considered abortion,
He never met his father he felt nothing but extortion,
Felt nothing but like a loner whilst his doner would ignore him,
This is the only way he knows how to take revenge,
Cause when he looks at his life its just far too late to make amends,
So he picks up the gun ready to kill if his heart could,
Decides not so he takes a trip down to the dark woods,
Rolling at 5 miles per hour down the slow lane,
When he finally decides to point the gun to his own brain,
Thinking "why live when im a cold hearted killing thug with no game!"
As much as he wants to care, he feels absoloutly no blame,
Its all down to his father with no pictures or no name,
He points the gun inside his sad mouth,
Leaves a note saying he wants to be burried right by his dads house
Vs
Wigsplit
Mind of a Maniac
Dear Diary,
Its dark in my mind, thoughts hidden deep/
My heart isn't kind, often skipping beats/*
When girls walk by, I find that I'm thinking/
What she looks like naked, chained up in my basement/xxx
I don't smile a lot, people just disgust me/
Maybe it's just me, it must be, my attic it is dusty/
My hatchet it is rusty, and kind of blunt too/
But if I smash it in her pussy, it just might cut through/xxx*
I don't want to sit and chatter, rather split and splatter/
None of these bitches matter, batter, stick and lather/
It puts the lotion on the skin, or else it gets the hose again/
Dump these corrosives down her throat and watch her erode from them/xxx*
Nothings copasetic, hopes pathetic/
Grotesque n dead shit, is what I go to bed with/
Soaking wet dick, fresh blood from her asshole/
Roast up that shit and eat it like a mofuckin cassrole/xxx
Abused when I was little, so now I return the favor/
And beat these fucking girls til, they shout for their lord and savior/
What's wrong with me? I'm not quite sure/
Catch me creeping, when the nights pure/Xxx
Looking for a virgin to cut up like a surgeon/
Make her drink detergent, cleanliness is urgent/
Don't like when their submissive, like to put them in submissions/
Hook em like we was fishing, breaking teeth is an addiction/xxx
Make them suck my dick with bloody gums/
Then I fuck them hard so everybody cums/
When everybody's done, their useless to me/
No more cherry in her fun, juiceless to me/xxx
Red nectar I lust for, it feels so good on my lips/
Feels so good when it drips on my dick from her slit/
She fights me, it excites me... Am I a maniac?
The person raping me took my sanity and never gave it back/xxx
I know what it's like to hurt and be hurt/
I've grown to like them both, so I insert then dessert/
I'll eventually be caught, my days of fright done/
Who knows when tho... Well, I'm going for my night run/xxx
Wigsplit