Insano-Wayno

I GOT THE MIND OF A LUNSTIC

A REAL SICK TWISTED BITCH

NOBODY KNOWS WHAT MAKES IT TICK

IM NOT IN A REAL FIT STATE

I CONCENTRATE ALL DAY ON HATE

AND DIFFERENT WAYS TO MUTILATE

LATE AT NITE ILL JUMP YOUR FENCE

AND INTRODUCE TO YOU VIOLENCE

THAT MATTERS NOT TO YOUR DEFENCE

DONT CARE IF YOUR NINE OR NINETY NINE

ON YOUR DEAD HEART CUNT I WILL DINE

ILL BATHE IN BLOOD

ILL DRINK THE WINE

I OFTEN DREAM ABOUT THE DEAD

AND HOW I WANT TO CRUSH THEIR HEADS

IT KEEPS MY FUCKING HUNGER FED

MOST SEE WHITE BUT I SEE BLACK

MORE CHOOSE LIFE WHICH I TAKE BACK

WITH FRENZIED MANIC AXE ATTACKS

EVIL THOUGHTS INFLICTING PAIN

A TOMAHAWK EXPOSING BRAIN

I SOLD MY SOUL TO PLAY THIS GAME

FOR REASONS THAT I CANT EXPLAIN

I HAVE TO KILL & KILL AGAIN

THERES ALWAYS BLOOD FOR ME TO DRAIN

CREATING CRIPPLES

HURT & MAIM

A MENTAL STATE YOU CANNOT TAME

ON YOUR TONGUE ILL CARVE MY NAME

AND HANG IT IN A PICTURE FRAME

YOUR FIRST BORN SON WILL GET THE SAME

I LOVE HATE MY LOVE IS PAIN

I WAS UP THE PUB

AND I COULDN'T STAND

I WAS THAT DRUNK

THAT I SHIT ME FUCKIN PANTS

PEOPLE WOULDN'T TALK TO ME

PEOPLE SAID I STUNK

PEOPLE CAN GET FUCKED

'CAUSE IM A DRUNKEN PuNk

I LEFT THE FUCKIN PUB

WITH MY DICK IN MY HAND

DIDN'T GET A ROOT

AND I DIDN'T LIKE THE BAND

WENT UP TO THE BOTTLO TO BUY SOME BUNDY RUM

AND WENT DOWN TO THE PARK

TO DRINK IT WITH SOMEONE

BUMPED A PACK OF STREETY'S

WEARING NIRVANA SHIRTS

MY INNER NAZI PuNk

KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF THESE JERKS

ACCOSTED BY THE PO PO

BASHED AGAIN BY THESE DOG CUNTS

I COULDN'T REALLY GIVE A FUCK

'CAUSE IM A DRUNKEN PuNk

BAILED IN THE MORNING

TO FRONT THE MAGISTRATE

WHO HELD ME IN CONTEMPT OF COURT

FOR CRIMES SUPPORTING HATE

THE MORAL OF THE STORY

IS TO BE UPFRONT

IN THE SCUMFUCK TRADITION

BE A DRUNKEN PunK