Текст песни Monstrosity - Twiztid , R.O.C.

House of Krazees
HOK... HOK
House of Krazees... Krazees... Krazees
House of Krazees
HOK... HOK

Monstrosity, our anthologies, new velocity
It's probably unfortunate for people, this burden: curiosity
Everyone likes a psycho, especially (Krazee) freek shows
With a chain, on display, and amusement of all the people
"Look mom he's waving back at me is he actually
Sick enough to kill me and eat me after he capture me?
Or will he keep me alive?"
Picture my anamosity
The thought of me killin' you 'for I eat you's generosity!
The world has no apologies to offer me, they bother me
With talks of perfection while I'm walkin' amongst so awkwardly
Talk of me and my brothers with flashlights under covers
Like ghost stories at night to scare the shit out of each other
Is it possible to kill 'em all in they sleep without a fight?
I don't know but role the dice and close your eyes and say good night
We waitin' to strike, deep in the dark with them shark teeth
Intoxicated from the anxiety, fear, and disbelief

The sick generation X5

(This one's third eye is set to spying...)
Where are the right of sky's men?
Sick of the way that I cry when
Wish I rush stuff like a bison
While teeth get as sharp as a lycan
Utilize all of my outlets
Take me about this, no can't do that
Blew out my brains and they grew back
Blew out your brains, I'mma use that
No simply crazy and you can't get my station
I'm not even on my way, a frequency scale
My rhythmatic form, how it rips it right off the back
And our army is finicky, vengeance swells
You hate this male
You chop down my sails
I'm packin' the ship cause I'm sick
The price of my body
Rippin' you outta my conscious for all
The nigga's a monster

The sick generation X5

(Now check this one here...)
Bat hit my brain right before I leave behind a
A murder scene at arrival in one of your gang fights
And I'll do it in plain sight, I'm underground like a drain pipe
I'm like a monster lookin' for something to eat by daylight
Please don't let me leave from the house
Or I'll become the next killa the news is talkin' about
You got nothin' more than a mouth and I spout evil and poison
I can never be casted out
I'm a monster without a doubt
And I'm walkin' around with nothin' but trouble I hear 'em shout, I'm a...
And I believe I am so I'm about to get to killin' every one I can
Better call a coroner then
I'm on the loose and it looks like I got bath salts in my hands
I don't think I'll ever understand
So I just drown out all my feelin's with killin's and contraband

The sick generation X5