Текст песни Beetlejuice - Twisted Insane

All you ever do around here is eat sleep and shit
Look at this place
Well y′all must think I'm the maid

Is that it? I gotta go

Hell naw it ain′t it
It ain't it until I say it's it dammit
Are you serious
Is that it
Boy don′t get smart with me cause I′ll
Knock yo ass into the middle of next week
And where you going anyway you little fat fuck, you ain't got a job
Who′s that little fuck on my porch

For some of the things that we do in life
You know what I'm saying it′s not like we wanna do 'em
We don′t wanna end up this way
It's just that sometimes homies motherfuckers just end up in certain
Situations nigga that's the
Motherfucken trials and tribulations of life
You know
Woke up in the parking lot covered in blood
Niggas tell the ones to dump ya but didn′t know who they was
My heart was beating thinking about the shit that happened
This that type of shit that happens when niggas they get to scrappin′
I got the "[?]" I hopped up in the bucket
I think them niggas took my keys (shit)
But nigga fuck it
Hot wired this bitch like I was thirteen
Got on the cellphone
To the home boy house in thirteen
Strapped up black on my face when I'm hoppin′ the gate
While I'm bussin′ my "[?]"
"[???]" face
Niggas was deckin' from [shoes?] to the waist
Bustin a nigga like I was a savage
Niggas was runnin′ when I was just bumpin'
And dumpin' with the .22 automatic
Punch ′em to death because [she?] got so drastic
From putting these niggas in caskets
The police was on us and "[???]" put niggas in plastic
"[???]"
Thinkin′ about them while takin they life (erase)
While sippin' on the... O.A.
In this shit we curvin′
This shit is just like Perry Mason
Nobodies life is oh so certain
Nobodies supposed to be scared
When they just finish puttin' in work
The police drive by
Every single night for what it′s worth
I'm... frightened because even in the set lies the snitches
And that is the "{hobgoblin?]"
"[Snake?]" deceitful lyin′ bitches
That happen to be ridiculous
I happen to be the sickest
Nigga you ever heard me flow
Cause God is my witness

Y'all wanna see a dead body?
They shot my brother

Everybody in the mall was runnin'
Motherfucken bitches runnin′ out all over the "[?]" and shit
Motherfucker throwin′ cookies out the
Cookie shop "[?]" (they shot my brother)
"[?]" oh and I'll smoke every motherfucker that came here
Every motherfucker came my way
I just thought I′d let y'all know that
See I get mad as fuck (oh he′s a monster, pure psychopath)
Watch me shoot this motherfucker

Shoot to take his life is what he told me
With the heat and make his blood spill
On low-key (okay homie)
Bury them niggas up under the [cement?] with no-one to meet them
Open the gate but that wasn't his
He was alone for the devil to greet him
And punish you ′for he sickin'
Put a motherfucker to sleep and
Now on his knees prayin' like a deacon
Because "[head up?] for them niggas smoke last weekend
Cause niggas be switchin′ they act when they fell on they "[back?]"
From creepin′ round corners and bussin
With the mini macs (with the mini macs)
Nothing can "[?
]" all up on my body they got me feeling like a psycho active
Runnin' with heaters like 9 millimeters
They fought me to put on the white straight jacket
Emptied the bowl but then I
It took all the weed to the lungs
Smokin′ and smokin' until I was chokin′
My brain is provokin' to grab the gun
I was just young and bustin′ for fun
Raised by the OG's
So what was a nigga to do
When they tell me to kill that fool
At fo'teen
Shootin′ I′ma shoot for the sweata'
For the simple fact a nigga don′t know no betta'
Cause I′d rather take his face off
Creep with a M-16 and take off
Nigga this ain't no sign but I will swing away like baseball
Cause homie it′s like another case (another case)
I want you to break up in yo house and eat a nigga brain like Jason
I think I must erase 'em for the fact he's so weak
I think I′ma cook his guts like bacon
Befo′ I go eat
And I hope the menu still with fried goose
Niggas 'ell pound you till yo fuckin′ eyes loose
Beetlejuice

Why do you think he removes their skins?

Excites him
Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims

I didn't

No, no you ate yours (chomp/bite sound)

I ate his liver with some fava beans

And a nice [candy?] (slurping sound)