P.MC - Caressing lyrics

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P.MC - Caressing lyrics

[Part 1: L.A.R.] Macht mich wütend und ich erstick die praktisch kühnsten,... ...taktisch klügsten Spasti-Typen mit Plastiktüten Egal wohin sie ihre Fußstapfen setzen Wird ein Blutbad entfesselt, wie am Truthahn vor Festen Denn ich packe dein Leib, zerhacke dein Fleisch mit Axt oder Beil Cutte und verspeiß den schmackhaften Teil im Nackenbereich Manchmal pack' ich all den Scheiß nicht, sondern schlüpf' ich in die Schöpferrolle Und la**' plötzlich voll mit 'nem Göttergroll Köpfe rollen Und da mich Stimmen bedrohen, von finsteren Dämonen Haben mir neben kindlichen Boten des himmlischen Throns,... ...dem buddhistischen Kloster und Christen aus Rom,... ...gar Terroristen empfohlen, 'nen Exorzisten zu holen Mein Psychiater kann dir nicht sagen, ob ich verrückt bin oder kerngesund Denn er wurde gefunden, stark zerstückelt auf dem Meeresgrund Und ehe du dich versiehst bist du der nächste auf der Liste Denn befindest du dich am Holzweg, dann verwest du in der Kiste [Scratches] (Cut your head off) (Somebody shoulda warned ya) (I'm a twisted thug with sick thoughts) (Like a born k**er) (f** around, you'll get your a** whooped) (So vicious) (Even Lucifer would get on his knees) (Bring the apocalypse) [Part 2: P.MC] One night I went out to buy a pack of smokes When a beggar just grabbed my throat and told me, the devil knows That I love to sin and God will never forgive me But I was smiling as I grabbed a fork to rip it inside his kidneys And as his hands were sliding off my jacket I was thinking of this beautiful girl tied on my mattress She has to get punished - that's a chain reaction This happens when you try to fake me with some fake a** lashes You feel despair? Now you wanna pray, huh? Try to get your nails done, I'ma help you with a nailgun I got a codex that I'm ought to respect I can't hurt her with a saw, I gotta starve her to d**h And please don't cry - You say, your parents might be worried? I must inform you tonight, they got apparently just murdered You can join 'em, as I leave you to die And I can't because I study the seasons of CSI [Scratches] (Cut your head off) (Somebody shoulda warned ya) (I'm a twisted thug with sick thoughts) (Like a born k**er) (f** around, you'll get your a** whooped) (So vicious) (Even Lucifer would get on his knees) (Bring the apocalypse)

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