Bill Yager - Psychopathic lyrics

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Bill Yager - Psychopathic lyrics

Im a wicked walker straight out talker still ain't made aprofit cause I haven't got an offer but I haven't given up learned perseverance from the best if not for psychopathic be no ****in breath in my chest. they're bat **** crazy but they never give up and they taught this ninja life is more than just luck cause I was losing myself, down deep in a rut 'Til I snapped out of it hearing *All of the Above" and "Homies", man it opened my eyes it made me realize that my friends wasn't a lie. plus how many times We rocked out to "Piggy Pie" middle fingers to the sky while them piggy ***** roll by. it's no bullsh** fam is always enough and gang **** ain't what we sspeaking of so tell the limp dick feds that we called out they bluff. Peace, and MUCH MOTHA ****IN CLOWN LOVE! tearin' at my skin tryin' ta figure out what's within who I am, where did I begin no grin on my face, this place only ruin left in my wake and I take a second to realize what I've done lord knows I was never a chosen one a broken one, scarred from birth but given hands to change this earth first thing I gotta do is make it thru this mind state I'm currently into ideas flew away with each pa**ing day shell withered and from it a serpent slithered consuming everything, every single thing all that I connect with, gone tools of a hushed voice sayin' I don't belong I'm not sayin' that they were wrong I made this my own before long covered in scars, permanent reminders of my past my history displayed from first to last upon me gash to the skull from a bashed crash brain mashed, chest crushed such an adrenaline rush the push to make it past the threshold heart stops and blood runs cold walkin' toward the dark light like the voices told only to remain in a fleshy hold string on my hands cut, I can't be controlled marionette no more, not a slave to be sold up the deed is rolled, corners set and fold take up my axe and break the mold a forgotten gold, forsaken world unwrappin' the foil life of trouble and turmoil spilled oil on the feet of the pious struck a match and lit up both of us

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