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Return Some Videotapes
01:31
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I'm the creep in the corner, a dog off his leash.
The sultan of sin, a guest of honor at this feast.
Like Patrick Bateman, I'm in constant misery.
No one can save me from the bitter memories.
They sing to me in the forgotten tones of the devil.
The sweet lullabies carry me to sleep, where nightmares revel.
My bones shudder at the sound of happiness.
With the hunger of a parasite and a gleam in my eye, I'm ravenous.
Slanderous speech, I'll take everyone down a notch.
While I lay there, weak and beaten. They simply gasped and watched.
As I grew up and grew out it, my body bloodied and bruised.
Nothing but the sleep paralysis at night to look forward to.
They will say that I'm intense and possibly overrated.
But by my sixth sentence, I will leave you captivated.
The edge left serrated, and dripping with crimson.
Was nothing more than a peak into the world that I live in.
So what you are about to witness is my greatest struggle.
The choice between keeping sane and staying out of trouble.
This is my blood stained gift to all of you before I go.
Please enjoy the mindless rantings of the one and only PsydeShow!
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Scumbag
02:26
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(Verse 1)
And they said "Do not resuscitate".
Everybody stand back, and regurgitate.
All the simple shit. Wrecked, you evaluate.
Well there ain't no need for another broken face. (Your)
Your last endeavor.
Can't/Won't last forever.
Take your precious time to sever
Heads with a tongue that can spit that clever.
There's no reward without takin a risk
I got that poise of a brute, like Wilson Fisk.
(I’m cool) Cool, calm, collected, and respectable
Nothing but a lowly scumbag, I'm a horrid sight to behold.
(Chorus)
This is for all of those ever put me down.
I'm not amused. No, I ain't a goddamn clown.
You eat my words and you digest them as threats.
So here I am, dressed, in my Scum day best.
(Verse 2)
Now everybody wanna reap the benefits of what's been sown.
But then shit gets real they just run back home.
You shut em up, and motherfuckers wanna run.
So I shot em up, with my lyrical gun.
Pop 1, 2, and hit a 76
Hands up, face down, and you get none of this.
Not here to steal your girl, I'm here to feed your mind.
I'll leave you stupefied at the drop of a dime bag
Made of silk goin over that thick head.
Dead weight dropped beneath a bloody river bed.
Not sure which form of torture you'll endure for the night.
My disorder's taking over so prepare for a fight.
(Chorus)
This is for all of those ever put me down.
I'm not amused. No, I ain't a goddamn clown.
You eat my words and you digest them as threats.
So here I am, dressed, in my Scum day best.
This is for all of you who put me the fuck down.
I'm the one on top, with a crooked smile now.
So mark my words, I'm not afraid of my own death.
I'm a scumbag until my last dying breath.
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(Verse)
Get your ass in gear, nowhere near quitting time.
Must be for y'all, but sure as hell ain't mine.
You gotta block out the static of hoi polloi.
Or you'll never be anything but a bullshit toy.
Sick of excuses, verbal abuses.
Leaving the mind fucked. But the cold hard truth is
You write the story, they advise for content.
Think you know it all, and you'll never be content.
Your life's in a ditch, you can't scratch the itch.
To be something other than filthy fuckin rich. (And uh,)
I know that you know you'll never see.
The reason you're standing right in front of me.
Hands in the pockets, only way to stop this.
Plug the eye leaking, cuz I know you got this.
Suck it the fuck up, and roll with the punches.
Or you’ll never break free from your own mental clutches.
(Pre-chorus)
Pull through like ghosts in shadows.
Heads raised, we march toward gallows.
(Chorus)
We all move to the rhythm of a heartbreak.
We stand up in the middle of an earthquake.
Take a chance, take a risk.
Roll the dice. Raise your fist.
(VMC)
I'm cutting through the grime, the metal, The bones, they scatter intellect. I gather.
I got skin to collect, slick skin to possess, conscience to second guess.
Money down drains or brains down for slaughter.
Sick of being the martyr complex!
I'm down the ladder into the mess, that paper stress, sticky blind and my blessings are distressed.
Shit, I got other daughters I'm trying to impress, minds to manifest and souls to stretch.
Planting the seed, yea just scratching the surface, probing the matches, lit the fire, then wrote this.
Less is the matter. Mind is the fuse. Out of the mess into a fresh point of view.
We got shit to do and I'm trying to move out of the box cuz fuck the box.
So join me for this chance to blow through.
Join me for this chance to blow up. Blow up, why don't you?
(Chorus)
Shake the foundation, no preoccupation.
Callin all freaks from across the nation. (2x)
Report to your local naysayers.
Report to your local shit talkers.
And when they go to spit that supposed "truth",
Smack em in the fuckin mouth.
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(Verse 1)
It goes one little, two little, three little lighter clicks.
I'm in the market for a beat with a tighter kick.
Invalid invalid, searching on the inside,
Clingin' to false hope, tryin to abide.
Minor casualty of the war on kids.
We show em how to live, but tell em like it is.
The lonely road south won't get your feet wet.
Depression's a bitch, but a chance for you to reset.
Tick tock, the hands keep on swingin’ and just
Pick-pocket that gold locket peeking out the
Eye socket of your mind, the cranium.
Might wanna take the advice instead of saying “um”.
For those who don’t know, the namesake is PsydeShow.
P-S-Y, spell it right and call me tomorrow.
Here, a look. There, a look.
Everywhere, a dirty look.
Knife in my back. You take a page from that Suess book?
I brought a big bat, so I’m ready, you see.
Now my troubles are gonna have troubles with me.
(Chorus)
I’m makin’ my own way.
Your prey, my soul to take.
Trouble nears, I break away.
They’re fading, I’m fading.
(Verse 2)
Take a look inside and see what you can see.
No one alive can love a freak like me.
This life ain’t what it’s cracked up to be.
Singing songs to the walls in a unique key.
Sever all ties from the truth and lies,
Make my own mind up, make ‘em swallow their pride.
I’ll limp till I crawl and I’ll crawl till I die
My Inner demons battle with the angel outside.
Never feeling disconnected,
Cuz I got my own brand of disinfectant.
Mary Jane took my ever lonely hand and tongue.
She helped the body and the mind to become one.
I sure as hell ain’t calling it, yet.
So I'm turning life around like a broken neck.
No checkmate, don’t dictate.
Please allow me to discombobulate, y’all.
(Chorus)
I’m makin’ my own way.
Your prey, my soul to take.
Trouble nears, I break away.
They’re fading, I’m fading.
I'm getting out today,
Break free, just walk away
Understand, make no mistake.
I ain't breaking, so I'm fading away.
(Verse 3)
It’s a tug-o-war between mind and matter.
It's a constant, reoccurring thought to shatter.
Through a dark, grim world of which no one knows.
The soul grows on, like a blossoming rose.
And just because you think I can take on anything,
It don't mean that I ain't afraid of everything.
Caught that, blowback, no slack, can't hack,
In a rat trap, but never considered turning back.
For all the hardcore dreamers, loose sleepers,
Introverts, perverts, and the novel readers.
Two shots to the head, and a thought to chase it.
Much too dangerous to be complacent.
This point on, we're makin our own way.
Not tomorrow, not in twenty years, but today.
We stay our hands and welcome the dark days.
From the depths of hell to California, we prey.
(Chorus)
I’m makin’ my own way.
Your prey, my soul to take.
Trouble nears, I break away.
They’re fading, I’m fading.
I'm getting out today,
Not like me to walk away.
Understand, make no mistake.
I ain't breaking away.
I'm making my own way.
These roads of mine are paved.
Run away, I can't be saved.
You're fading, life draining.
We're taking our own way.
This fear won't turn to hate.
Really no need to persuade.
You're fading away.
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(Verse1)
A-yo, I’m outta my mind, and outta time, been tryna find
A way to cope with the demons lurking behind
The scene of the crime, a fiend in the night.
Creepy crawlin away from the safety of a streetlight.
Allow me to amplify this pain for you,
Just enough for me to understand it, too.
Self-righteous, you can’t fight this.
Y’all ain’t ever heard a rhyme quite like this.
I insist you hang back for a minute or two,
And let me navigate my way inside of you,
Up under the skin, now I’m burrowing in.
Along with the trust, the lust and the dust.
I can’t go all night, cuz I only got a few.
But whatever I got, I’m gonna give it to you.
All the nightmares, for your analysis.
Peace to the victims of sleep paralysis.
Dream warrior, prepped for mental war.
Hunting game, takin aim, settle the score.
(Chorus)
I wanna kill all of these thoughts in time.
The dead don't feel. Give me that, I don't mind.
Restless head, I'm drawing a blank when I speak.
Been up for days or even weeks, now.
(Verse 2)
So who am I to claim I got talent?
Got suckers out there claiming I'm simply invalid.
I came up blessed just like all the rest.
Wasn't enough, cuz life still hit me with its hardest test.
See, I’m chillin. Siding with the villain.
Gliding off a building. Ready and I’m willing.
Can’t keep a straight face. Those past mistakes.
Got me feeling like I’m lackin whatever it takes.
Oh no, let go.
Settle down before it makes you stop the show. (And just)
Exist within this frame of time.
You shouldn't be concerned for me, I'm just fine.
Hold up, homie. Gotta slow your roll.
Cuz you fuckin with the loco one they call Muerto.
(Chorus)
I wanna kill all of these thoughts in time.
The dead don't feel. Give me that, I don't mind.
Restless head, I'm drawing a blank when I speak.
Been up for days or even weeks, now.
Conflicted interests and emotional ties.
Most of these problems, they ain't even mine.
So lower my body down into my grave.
Cuz all of you just cannot be saved.
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Nightfall
03:31
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(Verse)
In the streets like I’m undercover.
Lookin for a fix like no other.
Heart stopper, head popper
Quench my thirst, I don’t need no spotter.
Diagnosis, improper.
Schizophrenic bipolar father
So detached, no need to bother.
People think that I’m off my rocker.
This life ain’t a joke.
Line em up, and then two, I smoke.
Lay to waste all the dreams that broke.
So say my name, and I hope you choke.
In time, won't you let this rhyme
Guide you to the afterlife.
Dead sea, to a goddamn drought.
Ill bars? Got that shit, no doubt.
Point one finger, lookin back at three.
Screamin out, but y’all don’t hear me.
(Chorus)
The others stand tall,
They think we’re way too small.
Show em how it’s done,
We come out at nightfall.
(Whispered 2x)
Can you hear them?
Can you hear them?
Can you hear them?
Don't fear them.
(Verse 2)
I’m sordid. Contorted.
Adjust the lense, but its still distorted.
Can’t afford any more disruptions,
Blow it all up, volcanic eruptions.
I need you to just shake it.
No need for care, just break it.
Y’all sit and stare, I can’t take it.
Anyone fuck with us, they don’t make it.
I think I’m out my mind.
Can’t think straight, mental overtime.
Instead of praise, I get hated.
Took a fuckin minute but I’m finally jaded.
Sticks and stones and broken bones,
Faulty phone with no dial tone.
Muerto’s gone nuts, on the loose.
Call the nightfall to tighten the noose.
(Chorus)
Everybody in the room,
Get the fuck up!
They are coming for you soon.
You won’t break us!
We are the night terrors, load bearers, seafarers
Captaining ships at night with no sign of a system error.
We are the nemesis lacking poise!
We are the children of white noise!
So get up, stand up, and make a lasting mark!
We are the creatures who reside in the dark.
Take a stand against complacency and “just enough”
They can’t stand to see you acting tough.
Remain steadfast with open eyes and diction.
They will fall on their faces without conviction.
Get up! Get up! Get up!
Get the fuck up!
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(Verse1)
These voices I hear are no longer there.
They died in the fire I lit, so
Bury the bones and forget how care.
Their frigid cold gaze falls upon me.
Juxtaposition of the bitter and sweet,
Lost in their vision, they want you to be.
Submissive and pacified,
Waiting for the day you die.
(Chorus)
I won't be the one to eradicate thoughts.
Memories will creep, but we all go on.
Take the deep plunge and go make your own way.
Rotten inside, they begin to decay.
Run away
Fade away
(Verse2)
Gather the black rosebuds as ye may.
They'll decorate the outside of your putrid grave.
Places you visit don't seem to look the same.
And you're distant, so tired of this fucked up game.
Who am I to blame for the years I spent stalled?
Hoping and praying for a miracle.
No one to listen, myself and nothing.
Victimized daily, was my own doing.
Permissive, unsatisfied.
Just waiting for the day you die.
(Chorus)
Well, I won't be the one to eradicate thoughts.
Memories creep, but we all go on.
Take this deep plunge and go make your own way.
Rotten inside, they begin to decay.
Run away.
Fade away.
(Bridge)
Sweet little darling, abandon all hope.
(Run and hide)
Some say the spirits still hang from their ropes.
(Go inside)
Pointless to fight them, so don't turn away.
(Turn away)
They dangle from knots in the ceiling, some say.
(Go away)
Ven bailar conmigo, no tenga mierlo.
Vamos a ver caer el polvo del cielo.
Sing with me darling, the song of our death.
Again we will rise when the soul manifests.
Malignant, the end of life.
This memory has to die.
(Chorus)
I'll be here for you, upon your return.
Your spirit awaits, dear. My love for you burns.
Eternal damnation for taking a life.
The flowers turn black and your eyes glow white.
Don't be the one to eradicate thoughts.
Those memories will creep, but you've got to move on.
Go on, take this last plunge and explore your own depths.
Or rot from the inside and draw your last breath.
Their mothers all wept.
They fell to their death.
Endless suffering.
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