Artist: Twiztid Album: Cryptic Collection 3 Song: Static Typed by: timmy.bogenburt@gmail.com Walkin' to an undertone Ears don't hear to clear cause I stuck a pencil inside my temple My blood escapes from outta the hole Your broadcast is white from every one of my channels Nothin' but static remains, I ain't really changed I just disconnected and chucked all of my feelings away I'm numb now, they call me dumb somehow I chose myself as a target to unleash and take all the pain out on So I'm the victim of my own wicked torment Spare me with the tears of sorrow, I quite enjoy it I was never meant to belong Odd shapred pieces never fit the puzzle of life society's built on So here I sit with a hole in my head I tried replacin' information and I wound up dead Nothin' but static remains on my hands and my brains Are leakin' out on the floor as I die screamin' in pain You dealin' with a person who ain't got nothin' to lose Type a motherfucker hang himself with the lace inside his gym shoes You better watch your back, you better watch me Ain't no tellin' where I might be or what I got with me You dealin' with a person who could really give a fuck Type a motherfucker get the stick and somebody gon' get stuck You better watch your back, you better watch me Ain't no tellin' where I might be or what I got with me I'm the wrong one to test, laid ho's to rest Go against me and I kidnap the nest Second guess me, I'm pushin' pause on your life Like you're stopped at a light, I'm sneakin' in like a thief in the night To cause murder, nah man don't hurt her, man you soundin' like a bitch Get a grip, too late her neck's slit, watch the blood drip It forms a puddle by the side of her head And now it hit you that she's dead In a rage you lunge at me but my blade cuts a hole in your lung You're grabbin' at me but both of y'all are done I'm the one nobody thought could ever do something So gruesome to the point where people call it a rumor That never caught me till this day the spirits still haunt me In my midn is where they hide, I hope nobody'll find me I can end it with a slit of my wrist Or I can murder motherfuckers to help me get with this shit You dealin' with a person who ain't got nothin' to lose Type a motherfucker hang himself with the lace inside his gym shoes You better watch your back, you better watch me Ain't no tellin' where I might be or what I got with me You dealin' with a person who could really give a fuck Type a motherfucker get the stick and somebody gon' get stuck You better watch your back, you better watch me Ain't no tellin' where I might be or what I got with me Man who you fuckin' with, I got no conscience Fuck the whole world is how I feel to be honest Walk up in a crown of G's, blast off hot lead From the barrel of my gun to the cheek, now they dead Blood stains, streaks, where they were standin' They body slayin' section pick them up and put them in my collection Don't start static, always lookin' for more Watch your back when it's dark and you alone it's on Electroshock brainwave hair rise Look in a killer's eyes,static with me you only fantasise Rub the wrong way, quick reflex Eager to jump at fuckin' anyone and put 'em in check I let things get to me now, I'm the one startin' the static Easy come easy go, problem solved with automatics Deep breaths takin' no need, ain't necessary Cause the static bein' started doesn't scare me not at all You dealin' with a person who ain't got nothin' to lose Type a motherfucker hang himself with the lace inside his gym shoes You better watch your back, you better watch me Ain't no tellin' where I might be or what I got with me You dealin' with a person who could really give a fuck Type a motherfucker get the stick and somebody gon' get stuck You better watch your back, you better watch me Ain't no tellin' where I might be or what I got with me