Lyrics Bad Dream - Twiztid

I'm back, blowin' up, like the World Trade
Throw yo' hands in the air, while the music play
Comin' live and direct, from Dimension X
Where bitches bleed all day, with no Kotex
Broke necks
Mic checks serenaded, with these beats
How deep? About 152 feet
Don't sleep, 'cause the Boogieman'll steal your soul
And have you strung out on remote control
And now your mind is broken and you feel pain
What you call sanity's what I call insane
I said your mind is broken and you feel pain
What you call sanity's what I call insane

My mind is flippin' on alcohol, Tylenol and marijuana
Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranha
Now Madonna done fucked everybody but me
But I heard she got the clap (oooh sick)
Pass me a Newport and give me a light
Image is nothin' so I'ma drink me a Sprite
Tonight's the night
But my name ain't Betty Wright it's Mr. Bones
And aggravating hoes, please leave me alone
I'm on my own
In my little fucked up world
And I ain't got time for silly games, little girl
I'm try'na be me and that's all I can be
And if you see more you best to go and join the Army
Arm me
With the lyrics and rhythms that I be spittin'
I seen it through your panties it was written on your kitten
Smellin' like chicken but finger-lickin' nonetheless
And for my big johnson I got the prophylactic vest
So I won't bust no faulty shots
'Cuz that's highly illogical like Mr. Spock
And I ain't tryna be a father anytime soon
And we only got one hour left in the hotel room
But that's enough time for me to hit the skins
I can tell you want it baby by the way that you grin
Let me fondle on your breasts as we both undress
And if you let me I'ma bust a nut all up on your chest
Bend over let me kiss the rhythm as you moan
I love it when you tighten up and try to touch ya toes
As my dick smashes
Crashes
What a disaster
Clit pleaser, call me the thigh master
'Cuz I got a black belt in the art of Bo Tongue Fu
Let me lick on your vagina while you holler at the moon
Now mingo mango, me and Teisha did the tango
But little did I know my girl was lookin' through the window
Now what was I to do? Throw that bitch out in the street?
Fucked up hair, no panties and bare feet
Two, keep on fuckin' like ain't shit up
Because a couple more strokes and I'ma bust that nut
Three, play it cool, let the shit unfold
Calmly get dressed and say "Fuck both of ya'll hoes"
Woke up in the backseat of a ride
Tangled in the seat belt smellin like peroxide
Blood keeps gushin' from the side of my head
And I wonder to myself "Am I alive or dead?"
Reach for my dick
Oh my god I hope she didn't chop it
Try to play the lunatic like Lorena Bobbit
All up in the place confused and distraught
She took back them new polo shoes that she bought
She tried to play me out with a fucked up scheme
And then I blinked my eyes, awoke from a bad dream
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