Chris Benoit Songtext
von Insane Clown Posse, Ice Cube & Scarface
Chris Benoit Songtext
A catastrophic demise
I′ll measure up all regrets
Shit builds up, fills up
Too much goes overboard
(What the fuck am I doing?)
Oh lord pressure stored & exploded, unloaded
(What the fuck am I doing?)
I had to, is really to bad to
Went CUCKOO on that dude
Grab at & STAB fool's
(Who knew?)
Sad news
(What the fuck am I doing?)
Broke, it took some time
Slow poke
I finally gave way, when under deed
Down flow
No longer stearing choosen
On autopilot cruisin
Haywire, crash, virus
Pull your tongue out with pliers
CHRIS BENOIT!
No longer stearing
Lost all control
Manipulation
It won′t let me go
The pain exploded
The pressure burst
I drop the wheel
Heading for the worst
Your playing Tic-Tak Toe with a ticking time bomb
Ya'll motherfuckers don't know what his mind′s on
Making hard as a dime on
Sin after sin about to get his fucking crime on
He was liked by the neighbors
This motherfucker got 31 favors
They say he′s the greatest
But a drunk ass how when you see him out in vegas
He's acting rather odd
This motherfucker is getting sick of the facade
At work he′s taking losses
& If you didn't know he′s got horrible bosses
So what's the diagnosis?
When you can′t sleep & you start hearing voices
He's got too many chores might kill his whole family
MIGHT KILL YOUR'S
No longer stearing
Lost all control
Manipulation
It won′t let me go
The pain exploded
The pressure burst
I drop the wheel
Heading for the worst
Strobe light
Let go!, hold tight
Wake up to this
Cold sight
You did this, this you
(What the fuck am I doing?)
You got issues!
What happened?, shit I′m slippin'
All bloody myself I′m slappin'
One day, all the sudden it, all became too much
Wasn′t it?
Yes
Finally released
(What the fuck am I doing?)
Unleash the beast
Eject my controller
(What the fuck am I doing?)
Took me over
I had to
It's really too bad, too
Went CUCKOO on that dude
Grab that, stab, foose
No longer stearing
Lost all control
Manipulation
It won′t let me go
The pain exploded
The pressure burst
I drop the wheel
Heading for the worst
We can die tonight I don't give a fuck
Before I push that button I'ma blow shit up
Fuck the world, kill the kids
Fuck the court room I ain′t fisting lip
What I′m hearing here is satan's voice
Then I have slade, make a choice
There′s blood on my hand's I can taste your pain
Head′s so open I can pick your brain
Shit then change, love bizarre
Don't we all want to love a star
Well here we are, stack your pick
But after this
I′ma stick this bitch
And stick this bitch!
AND STICK THIS BITCH!
Never seen a man well man this is it
What's in my head a bizarre man now
At the end of the act we can all take bow
No longer stearing
Lost all control
Manipulation
It won't let me go
The pain exploded
The pressure burst
I drop the wheel
Heading for the worst
I can take you over, permanently
Because life is a open pain
I′m the cripler, Chris Benoit
A catastrophic demise
I′ll measure up al regreso
I′ll measure up all regrets
Shit builds up, fills up
Too much goes overboard
(What the fuck am I doing?)
Oh lord pressure stored & exploded, unloaded
(What the fuck am I doing?)
I had to, is really to bad to
Went CUCKOO on that dude
Grab at & STAB fool's
(Who knew?)
Sad news
(What the fuck am I doing?)
Broke, it took some time
Slow poke
I finally gave way, when under deed
Down flow
No longer stearing choosen
On autopilot cruisin
Haywire, crash, virus
Pull your tongue out with pliers
CHRIS BENOIT!
No longer stearing
Lost all control
Manipulation
It won′t let me go
The pain exploded
The pressure burst
I drop the wheel
Heading for the worst
Your playing Tic-Tak Toe with a ticking time bomb
Ya'll motherfuckers don't know what his mind′s on
Making hard as a dime on
Sin after sin about to get his fucking crime on
He was liked by the neighbors
This motherfucker got 31 favors
They say he′s the greatest
But a drunk ass how when you see him out in vegas
He's acting rather odd
This motherfucker is getting sick of the facade
At work he′s taking losses
& If you didn't know he′s got horrible bosses
So what's the diagnosis?
When you can′t sleep & you start hearing voices
He's got too many chores might kill his whole family
MIGHT KILL YOUR'S
No longer stearing
Lost all control
Manipulation
It won′t let me go
The pain exploded
The pressure burst
I drop the wheel
Heading for the worst
Strobe light
Let go!, hold tight
Wake up to this
Cold sight
You did this, this you
(What the fuck am I doing?)
You got issues!
What happened?, shit I′m slippin'
All bloody myself I′m slappin'
One day, all the sudden it, all became too much
Wasn′t it?
Yes
Finally released
(What the fuck am I doing?)
Unleash the beast
Eject my controller
(What the fuck am I doing?)
Took me over
I had to
It's really too bad, too
Went CUCKOO on that dude
Grab that, stab, foose
No longer stearing
Lost all control
Manipulation
It won′t let me go
The pain exploded
The pressure burst
I drop the wheel
Heading for the worst
We can die tonight I don't give a fuck
Before I push that button I'ma blow shit up
Fuck the world, kill the kids
Fuck the court room I ain′t fisting lip
What I′m hearing here is satan's voice
Then I have slade, make a choice
There′s blood on my hand's I can taste your pain
Head′s so open I can pick your brain
Shit then change, love bizarre
Don't we all want to love a star
Well here we are, stack your pick
But after this
I′ma stick this bitch
And stick this bitch!
AND STICK THIS BITCH!
Never seen a man well man this is it
What's in my head a bizarre man now
At the end of the act we can all take bow
No longer stearing
Lost all control
Manipulation
It won't let me go
The pain exploded
The pressure burst
I drop the wheel
Heading for the worst
I can take you over, permanently
Because life is a open pain
I′m the cripler, Chris Benoit
A catastrophic demise
I′ll measure up al regreso
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