I got a split personality,
Showin' you a different side of reality.
Late night walkin' down the
street with a butcher knife,
Cold jam it in your stomach,
The despotic psychotic nitwit.
I gotta get me some so where's my next victim?
Little old lady walkin' down the block,
Hit her in the back of the head
dumb dumb ditty dumb ditty dumb dumb,
Red Rum, Red Rum, Red Rum.
APB out on me, killed the old lady,
took her social security.
I'm livin' just like a pack rat,
So when I see someone with some food,
I'm livin' just like a pack rat,
sleepin' on clothes and shit,
Holes in my clothes, I'm sleepin' outdoors.
Ingling took my foodstamp,
Got me livin' just like a tramp.
A hobo po' livin' outdoors,
so I'm sleepin' on shelter floors.
And put a pin in the middle
While I say to myself, Play dead!
So when I see a old lady,
People say I'm livin' just like a animal,
I result to eatin people like a can nibal.
Listen to the funky drama,
I get flash backs and vis ions
Now I'm on the hunt for food,
I'm starvin' just like Marvin,
So I'ma get me a butcher knife
People up, what the hell,
I'll get me some food for
But even the jails won't take me,
I got caught up in the system,
Cops found two dead bodies
on the west side of town.
Blame it on the homeless people,
I hear no, see no, say no evil.
Shoulda just take my own life,
walkin' around with a butcher knife.
Wish life like it was on TV,
Then maybe someone would help me,