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New American Psycho w/ Autop C
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Im just another White Kid from the Suburbs that grue up Depressed and Suicidal thinking I could make a diffrence. Unfortionatly I may have been wrong. Sometimes I feel I am Gods example of what happens when everything goes wrong and when all worst case scenarios are brought to life.
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Podcasts • Poetry
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#2,228 today Peak #20
#388 in subgenre Peak #4
Author
Bad Dream 17
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2005
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October 30, 2008
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:48
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NEW AMERICAN PSYCHO CHORUS American psycho but more like Norman Bates Metaphors that I spit leaving bitches in a neck brace American psycho start the dissection Journey thru the mind of suicidal adolescence American psycho but more like Norman Bates Metaphors that I spit leaving bitches in a neck brace Slice thru your nerves and watch the blood squirt Then present to you a coffin and a hearse VERSE 1/ Bad Dream Schizophrenic tendencies been going thru some changes Body parts in wooden crates collection of a sadist Murder make me famous got the mind of Charles Manson On my date of birth I was tossed into a casket Watch me cause panic watch me spread sickness I'll send you to the body bag with a 1 way ticket Send chills down your spine run this knife thru your back Shove it thru your chest force your lungs to collapse Call me death trap victims locked in cages More hallucinations than the mind of Patrick Bateman New American psycho leave you stiff in a casket Fantasy's of homicide and I practice black magic Goddess of porn as I cut out your uterus Sever your head and leave you hanging from a crucifix A deadly disease flowing through your blood stream Another helpless victim in my homicidal dream VERSE 2/ Autop C Fatal depletions of a crucifictional homicide Bringing thoughts to reality to hide the feelings inside Her names in my mind like a torn scar on my arm A C with a come back and causing bodily harm Drunk on boons farm which tends to make me a little worse On the way to your funeral Im setting fire to your hearse Stabbing ya cadaver to say I made your body holy New American Psycho my suicidal story I see fear in your eyes as the esophagus closes Staple a note to your chest with 3 little red roses 3 overdoses and yet to be laid down in my grave It’s a nightmare to you but it’s the reality I've been gave Making you scream in pain when I commit that 1st incision Your not dead yet Im keeping you alive to the finish Psychopathic clinic something similar to my morgue Last that you'll be seen is with the closing of the doors VERSE 3/ Bad Dream Laying in a pool of blood with a note to my chest My 1st near death experience was better than sex Find me clutching a cross staring up at the sky Scream so loud it echos all the way back to grade 9 The bottle of aspirin on my alcoholic binge My death threat to this beat is like the ultimate revenge Suicidal overdose with life on hiatus Inner child spent 19 years locked away in these cages Your world is so perfect im just 1 big flaw Destruction so addictive I be going thru withdraws Use the walls were the massacre occurred as a canvass Self acclaimed Schizophrenic my minds an open casket Dark days in my youth see the demon when I sleep Praying for demise became a daily routine Metaphors like gasoline they ignited with matches Effect music like Hitler effected jews and the faggots American psycho an ice pick to Rachel Newman Bad Dream 17 finger paint with body fluids
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