Dramatized Minded

[Intro: Neve Campbell]
Hello? Help me please. This is Stu Macher’s house on Turner Lane
This is 261 Turner Lane. Please. He’s gonna try and kill us

[Chorus] [3X]
Dramatized mind, don't find it so hard to believe, your body will bleed
Won't trust many souls, stand up for a tec(?), Don't worry Reality leaves

[Verse 1]
Dramacidal insanity, cursing profanity, bitch made niggas I separate
A Glock and a missile, machetes and pistols to chop yo ass up, cause ya lightweight
I feel the script, fuckin right I did it, the book of a million ways to murder
Fuck around I respray gasoline
Fuckin right, placing the flames as I burn down a city
That's my crazy muthafucka, flashing my AK clear murda, mo murda
Step in the club and that nigga gone heard of Versace(?) gon' fool ya, the pistol go boom
Nothing but murder sprees [?], knowing you bitches gon' feel this my nigga, when I ride on yo ass with the tec, break yo neck, separate(?) [?] as I flee(?)
You bet if Imma take the 64 Impraza to
Killing off you and your bitch boy crew
My psychopatic now creations, grab machetes, drop probations
Dramacidal meditation, praying 'til I gain some patience
Shit got me so stressed out, kill every muthafucka I see

[Chorus] [4X]
Dramatized mind, don't find it so hard to believe, your body will bleed
Won't trust many souls, stand up for a tec(?), Don't worry Reality leaves

[Verse 2]
Now why should I kill? Now how can I live? Dead bodies are sourcing my shadows
As I'm choosing my weapon, it takes a machete to rip through your fuckin' bone marrow
Now what time it could be, now where can he be
I heard some demon talk shit
My devil antisocial, never remorseful, ripping a hole through a bitch
The killer by side, can't let that shit ride, ripping your heart through your torso
The world on my back, having a merciful body chopped up in da puddle
Wake up in a sweat, my hands at the tec, a room full of bodies that bleed
I look to my side, the man in the mirror, realizing the killer is me
The killer is me...

[Outro: Skeet Ulrich, Neve Campbell & Jamie Kennedy]
We all go a little mad sometimes...
No, Billy! Ahhh

[Chorus] [4X]
Dramatized mind, don't find it so hard to believe, your body will bleed
Won't trust many souls, stand up for a tec(?), Don't worry Reality leaves