brain to pen All that I can tell you, I'm insane, insane again Bending over backwards in a rush to comprehend Help me, help me, mama, I'm insane, insane
if I'm dreaming Please don't wake me up 'cause I'd go insane Without you near me And while you're sleeping I'm still standing up 'cause I'd go insane
a second, listen!) I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball I buck them all,fuck them all (Yeah!) We standing tall (Whooooo!!) Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane
She took me on a Monday, that's what I like to see Took me on a Tuesday, that's what it meant to be Took me on a Wednesday, I wouldn't want to say Going
How do you propose to live your life in times like these Growing up surrounded by the fear and hate disease I believe that we all need protection from
my billions pilin im just wildin, bought two islands lakshmi makalen diamond soundin bout to buy japan, trick im just stylin money insane my generals
Sorry for anybody who only listens one form of music, now right now I got my own rock band, it's got to jump off, it's real black hardcore Band called
band play on? Just listen, they play my song Ash to ash, dust to dust Fade to black Fortune, fame, mirror vain Gone insane, insane Fortune, fame, mirror
high to make you high Doctor I am feeling better what was that you sang did you write it or recite it or just steal it from a band ah my bones
blues Won't you boil me water ... fill up my cup You know it takes alot to keep me up Down in Bolivia ... the people are insane
me go insane Skinwalker, skinwalker Through your eyes I can see you have left your mark on me Skinwalker, skinwalker Painted desert, peyote rain Lord, don't let me go insane
burst you only two words is hurt me, hurt me Just better stand still I move at will then I make my kill Snatch and tax your brain, goddamn I'm insane
my mother in the insane asylum Holy the cocks of the grandfathers of Kansas Holy the groaning saxophone, holy the bop apocalypse (Holy the bop) Apocalypse (Apocalypse) Apocalypse Holy the jazz bands
I walk in the rain and whistle a tune I talk to the man up there in the moon I know I may sound like somebody gone insane I'm a fool about you baby but
're on a plane now, eatin their food and their baked beans I'm twenty-eight, they gon' Take you 'fore they take me Crazy insane, or insane crazy? When
become of the watcher Whatever will happen to his soul What will become of the watcher When the band packs up When the lights go out When the band packs
's killers We go from town to town, burn and pillage your village I'm merely concealing a weapon kept inside of my brain That's why I'm insane, desire
We need to reap a little comedic and strange Because we can have many friends, at least people that they call that They use your brain but they're insane
