
BEDLAM 8corpses (Ft. 99ZED)
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[Chorus: 8corpses]
Decorating your speakers with the sound of pandemonium
Mood swinging back and forth, bedlam in my cranium
My brain is a thought stadium
Only those who've faced hell can understand my idiom
Decorating your speakers with the sound of pandemonium
Mood swinging back and forth, bedlam in my cranium
My brain is a thought stadium
Only those who've faced hell can understand my idiom
[Verse 1: 8corpses]
Welcome to the brain of a killer that's verbatim
Fold your fuckin' clothes with you still in 'em
Mag dumping anything with a pulse
Bum rush that mothafucka leave his body to convulse
Sadly, your God's a hoax
You can try to pray to him, but your life is toast
My mind is a parade, a fiasco
Who is 8corpses? Hell if I know
Learning to love myself like a clandestinе chemists safrole shelf
Distortеd in my thinking I don't need no help
Taking negativity out my life like I'm rotoscoping in AE
Used to pop that E
Just to satisfy my inner need to feel free
Who is me?
I often ask myself a few inches from the reflection that I see
Decorating your speakers with the sound of pandemonium
Mood swinging back and forth, bedlam in my cranium
My brain is a thought stadium
Only those who've faced hell can understand my idiom
Decorating your speakers with the sound of pandemonium
Mood swinging back and forth, bedlam in my cranium
My brain is a thought stadium
Only those who've faced hell can understand my idiom
[Verse 1: 8corpses]
Welcome to the brain of a killer that's verbatim
Fold your fuckin' clothes with you still in 'em
Mag dumping anything with a pulse
Bum rush that mothafucka leave his body to convulse
Sadly, your God's a hoax
You can try to pray to him, but your life is toast
My mind is a parade, a fiasco
Who is 8corpses? Hell if I know
Learning to love myself like a clandestinе chemists safrole shelf
Distortеd in my thinking I don't need no help
Taking negativity out my life like I'm rotoscoping in AE
Used to pop that E
Just to satisfy my inner need to feel free
Who is me?
I often ask myself a few inches from the reflection that I see
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