Maniac

[Intro: Frank Zito]
Please, they'll take you away from me. You have to be careful, not to listen to me. But I can't live like this. I have to go out and each time it's like this. I get so scared that they'll take you away. But they won't if you do what I say. They won't take you away, not ever I say. Not ever

[Verse 1: Nataslive]
Speak with the sickest angle [?]
Lyrics are like getting kicked in the face by Ronaldinho
[?] so much and for girls, all this semen in their glucose
My hobby is digging graves for rappers like killing two quotes
Bruised arms we're thinking and leave cruise ships sinkin'
Got a verse for every time that my eyes have been blinkin'
I'm about mischief 'cause that's the only thing that I known
Worshippin' Satan since I was only six months old
In that zone, they eat your heart and rip out souls
Then use the blood on my hands to play tic-tac-toe
Or spend a dollar on my lady, don't even pay her attention
I'm a devil with a brain that's sharper than razor's edges
Forever be demented by Satan's eternal death grip
Fascinated by death and anything that's decrepit
I'm the best at what I do, my favorite color is rouge
That's the last colored scene when death is coming for you
Is it true that I like to draw people in [?]
Yeah, it is 'cause my bloodstream's made of liquor and booze
In the booth, my words are so rotten they make me spit blood
Strangle women on sight so now I'm banned from the strip club
A sick fuck that doesn't believe in the legal system
[?] shows [?] my audience or my victims
Sunlight was ultraviolet, really hard to comply with
I was born between the shores, the land of Alcatraz Island

[Verse 2: C1N1K1LL]
I'm the binocular marketer, call me Vlad Dracula
'Cuz when I slice a throat, it's like a film from John Carpenter
Prince Of Darkness, straight out the Mouth of Madness
Cigarette burns you sluts demand this
To get beat up in a minute like Ike Turner did Tina
I'm executing your baby moms in front of the galleria
Peace to Evill Dead and all the spirits
From bringing death to the streets like Martin Van Buren
I've been haunted by traumatic occurrences
Frank Zito's my primo, I put blood in thermoses
I'm a human monster like Kevin Costner
In Mr. Brooks, I'll be waiting for you in my locker
I'll blast a hole through your forehead with a twenty-two
C1N1K1LL, Masters Of Horror, what'd it do?
Lon Chaney Jr. suffering from a tumor
I rather be gettin' disemboweled by a fucking cougar
[?] comics of bondage, pay homage to the zombie amish
Tearing down your cottage makes you wanna vomit
This damn continent should be hit with a comet
Or get punched from my [?]

[Interlude: C1N1K1LL & Casacas]
Yo, C1N1K1LL!
Yo, maniac rap
What the fuck you down?
C1N1K1LL, Nataslive, Casa-motherfucking-Cas, 2009
Maniac shit, word up
Motherfucking Horrorcore, Horrorcore
Check it out now
Yeah

[Verse 3: Casacas]
I'm a motherfucking maniac back with a scene, keep the heart racing
To turn you up, you fucking faggots be determination
[?] overweighting for a feast to feast [?]
Murder rap is what I'm playing, it's a fascination
Stick a blade in your guts I'm [?] you taken
[?] smash you in the jaw with the head of the mic
I'll pull your fucking body to pieces with dynamite
[?] that you can't [?]
Who it be? I'm a guest
[?] with an [?] (motherfuckers)
[?] decapitate the heads of the priests and leave them for dead

[Outro]
Frank, mommy had to punish you... Frank, you've been a bad boy... You know mommy loves you...