Hellrazor - Twisted Insane

Werf ein Blick in meine Augen kannst du Feuer sehen?

Doch bleibst du lange, lässt die Flamme dich in Asche aufgehen

Und jeder zweite meiner Welt, dran zu Grunde gehen

Ich habe Wut in meinem Blut und brenn wie Napalm Gel

Und bitte was von dem?

In deinem Scheiß System?

Kann sich messen an den Bändern meiner leisen Tränen

Ich hatte keines von denen — ich hatte Gift in den Venen

Was willst du Opfer mir erzählen?

Ich hab die Hölle gesehen!

He-He-Hellrazor / Darth Vader

Meine Welt ist Hurensohn — deine Ersehnbar

Ich hatte keine Wahl, als Scheiße ihren Anfang nahm

Mit meiner Mutter kam ich flüchten in den 90zigern

Bewährung hier — Bewährung da!

Ich habe alles schon begonnen in meinem 12 Jahr

Was willst du machen wenn die Mutter deine Gun entdeckt?

Ich war nur 14, hatte meine schon im Schrank versteckt

Null Respekt, Produkt Umgebung

Chancen überleben, deutlich unter Zero

Kamikaze animalisch unter Jagdinstinkt

Du kannst überleben nur wenn du verrückter bist

Science Fiction — Bad Religion

Aus der Welt wo Sie dich ficken und dann aufschlitzen

Brainsick, ich hab den Teufel gepackt

Ihn die Hörner gebrochen in nur einer Nacht

Meine annormale Art, denn du bist nicht wie ich!

Und weder noch in deiner Welt kennst du vergleichendes

Ich habe Tunnel gebaut, mit meiner eigenen Haut

Und nur vertraut in meine Sinne plus der eigenen Faust

Sonne auf — Tageslicht!

Nur solange wie das Spiel von vorn beginnt

Und ich breche dein Gerippe, bist du Hindernis

Denke nicht das du mich kennst, weil du mich lachen siehst!

Bitch!

Coming up out the forest chewing on motherfuckers like chewbacca

Put em all up in the dirt when i put in the work a round’ll pop ya

Better know i’m a monster always ready to pop a vodka

Make you bleed out somebody hurry up and call the doctor

Bang on you every single time hit you with the

Bullet that be coming' out the chamber of my .44

Walk up on me in the middle of the night and what you wanna pick a fight with

homie that will be a fucking no no

BRAINSICK every time you see me on a mission i be moving full of vengeance

gotta attack em like a

You don’t wanna be in case that

That’s the type of shit that make a motherfucker like me sick

I’m nobody in the sick coz i done seen

People come up in this game i thought it was a dream

I mean i’m telling you i really had to piss myself you never beat me in no

kinda race by wearing skinny jeans

Get the fuck outta here with that, blood i need a beer with that how could

anybody really sit and listen cheer for that

And bitch i’d rather sit and hit the weed

Than walk up on you nigga’s when you least expect it, hit you with the mini-mac

YADA comin' up out the swamp i am a creature

Rippin' shit like every time i get up on a feature

Pistol whippin' bitches when i catch em in the street i’m quick to pull my

fucking heat and hit you with the millimeter

Drunk when i walk up in the room and i don’t give a

Fuck about what anybody think about me rilla'

Nigga’s know i hit you with that .44, leave you on the floor im walking over

rappers like i was godzilla

WHY run up on me even if you know i’m sick

I give a fuck about you talkin' bout you rich

YOU finna' find yourself up in a bowl of shit

Put em in ice and box em up and yes i do it quick, BITCH

Take a look in my eyes can you see fire?

But if you stay long, the flame will turn you into ashes

And every second of my world, turn to perish

I've got anger in my blood and it burns like napalm gel

And some of that, please?

In your shitty system?

Can be measured by the ribbons of my quiet tears

I didn't have any of those — I had poison in my veins

What do you victim want to tell me?

I've seen hell!

He-He Hellrazor / Darth Vader

My world is son of a bitch — yours to be desired

I had no choice when shit started

I fled with my mother in the 90s

Probation here - probation there!

I started everything when I was 12 years old

What do you want to do when the mother discovers your gun?

I was only 14, had already hidden mine in the closet

Zero respect, product environment

Odds survive, well below zero

Kamikaze animalistic under hunting instinct

You can only survive if you are crazier

Science Fiction — Bad Religion

From the world where they fuck you and then rip you open

Brainsick, I've got the devil

Broke his horns in just one night

My abnormal way, because you are not like me!

And neither nor in your world do you know anything comparable

I built tunnels with my own skin

And only familiar in my senses plus my own fist

Sun up — daylight!

Only as long as the game starts over

And I break your skeleton, you are an obstacle

Don't think you know me because you see me laugh!

bitch!

Coming up out the forest chewing on motherfuckers like chewbacca

Put em all up in the dirt when i put in the work a round'll pop ya

Better know i'm a monster always ready to pop a vodka

Make you bleed out someone hurry up and call the doctor

Bang on you every single time hit you with the

Bullet that be coming' out the chamber of my .44

Walk up on me in the middle of the night and what you wanna pick a fight with

homie that will be a fucking no no

BRAINSICK every time you see me on a mission i be moving full of vengeance

gotta attack em like a

You don't wanna be in case that

That's the type of shit that make a motherfucker like me sick

I'm nobody in the sick coz I done seen

People come up in this game I thought it was a dream

I mean I'm telling you I really had to piss myself you never beat me in no

kinda race by wearing skinny jeans

Get the fuck outta here with that, blood i need a beer with that how could

anybody really sit and listen cheer for that

And bitch i'd rather sit and hit the weed

Than walk up on you nigga's when you least expect it, hit you with the mini-mac

YADA comin' up out the swamp i am a creature

Rippin' shit like every time I get up on a feature

Pistol whippin' bitches when i catch em in the street i'm quick to pull my

fucking heat and hit you with the millimeter

Drunk when i walk up in the room and i don't give a

Fuck about what anybody thinks about me rilla'

Nigga's know i hit you with that .44, leave you on the floor im walking over

rappers like i was godzilla

WHY run up on me even if you know i'm sick

I give a fuck about you talkin' bout you rich

YOU finna' find yourself up in a bowl of shit

Put em in ice and box em up and yes i do it quick, BITCH