Maniac (verse one)
 

leave you in a tub with a tea kettle in the center/
you'll burn painfully then broil and simmer /
your goop will be scooped in a pale with a spoon/
and when they lift your leg your bone comes right threw/
another victom and yes it all-starts-that-sad/
once they find your head severed in a wal-mart-trash-bag/
and thats in-fact a bad fact its sad how my life has a spare-tire/
so i jumped in my bath tub with a plugged in hair-dryer/
and since i was a kid iv always been like this/
my first rap was about killing my friend/
i wrote it sitting next to him/
and now i just thought of the first bitch i did/
wide pussy lips/ because she was able to fuck herself with her own fist/
couple of years ago i was struggling to get high and get laid/
you could catch me in a closet with a paper bag and a can of glade/
you could hear a spray and a caughing intake/
and me screaming when i started to hallucinate/
and say fuck it ima rap as long as the world-spin/
write a song about killing a girl and read it to my girl-friend/
so fuck it im done this fucking rap sucks/
its only verse one ima think of a hook then write another one////

HOOK- pshyco in the hall/// im a maniac, maniac
writing on the walls/// im a maniac, maniac
knives and chain-saws/// im a maniac, maniac
stey jackets on/// im a maniac, maniac

up this this fuckers