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Cult Activity & Dark Half

Inside the Straight Jacket

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Inside the Straight Jacket was released on November 18, 2019 by Lyrikal Snuff Productionz as a part of the album Population 909

Song Details

AlbumPopulation 909

Release DateNovember 18, 2019

LabelLyrikal Snuff Productionz

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM64

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cult Activity

Performer

Dark Half

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Damien Quinn

Songwriter

Lyrics

Run up in the house like where the stash at?

Gun up in your mouth like where the cash at?

Baseball bats, we ain't playing ball

Clap you in the dome, I ain't Ryan Braun

I'm just a con, I'm such a scam

I don't even know where the fuck I am

Let me out the ward, now I'm going ham

Fuck the pills, they don't work

Came to get blood on this t-shirt

I'm past the point of recollection

I'm blacking out, probably disconnected

I'm sick and tired of being so rejected

So I grip your guts and rock 'em like a necklace

My life is reckless, full of gore

Black clouds 'cause I'm horrorcore

These good times are killing me

I commence the slaughter, never face defeat

I don't need friends unless they're dead and blue

'Cause they won't snitch and they stay true

Me and my crew, we some entities

I don't even think that we're human beings

We shape-shift, then disappear

Back to the woods when the vision's clear

Back to the sticks where we trap and slaughter

Show us that spot where they found your daughter

Swinging from a hook, it was so melodic

She swayed with the breeze, it was so erotic

See a straitjacket can't hold me

Kill 'em all is what they told me

It's cult shit you know you know me

So bow down then fucking blow me

You a bitch ass cunt and you're fucking phony

Inside of this straitjacket is a dead man living reckless

I can't move and I can't breathe

Lock me in a padded room and throw away the key

In a straitjacket, in a straitjacket (Ooh)

In a straitjacket, in a straitjacket

Locked away for so long, going crazy in silence

Staring at you through the window everyday smiling

In my mind I'm a walking asylum, tie 'em up, cut 'em up

Stuff 'em up like a taxidermist, guess it's worth it, I'm nuts as fuck

I picture guts on my dinner plate, slice your face at a slow pace

Place it on mine 'cause I'm out of my mind

And I swear they're not gonna get me this time

They're coming to take me away

Haha! Hehe! Hoho! I'm at your door

With a .44, Cultshit on my mask 'cause I blast seventy-five thousand pounds of gore

Quote The Raven nevermore, this Cultshit and I'm horrorcore

Let the chainsaw roar while she's on all fours

Shove it up her ass and lick what's on the floor

Why won't these voices in my head quit all this racket?

Why won't my doctor let me out this straitjacket?

There's an itch on my back, won't you scratch it with a hatchet?

Or force-feed me pills 'til I'm dead in the casket?

I spit on your grave like I spit these raps

Got these haters shaking like a panic attack

They know that I'm evil like witchcraft or like I'm satanic on crack

Hack you up, pack you up, ship your dead body overseas

I'm speaking Portuguese discussing fresh cuts of your meat

Inside of this straitjacket is a dead man living reckless

I can't move and I can't breathe

Lock me in a padded room and throw away the key

In a straitjacket, in a straitjacket (Ooh)

In a straitjacket, in a straitjacket

Locked away for so long, going crazy in silence

Staring at you through the window everyday smiling

Home in the mental ward and the padded room

But beyond the truth, they got me on a bunch of pills

I be keeping on the real more than the blood of my knife

Kill a dyke with a like 'cause that's really how I feel

Relocating, then my vision I've been watching them, my doings

Making victims then we eat ‘em like Jeffrey Dahmer

I slaughter more harder then try a small house killing his own father

Face carver disorder, rocking back and forth like I'm retarded

Cult crew so deep that I'm well guarded

I'm the bullet, you're the target

Fuck therapy with a scalpel in my hand

I grip it deep and take a dagger, finna fuck your guts up

Going to church, you feel fucking scared

I'ma rob the change from my cult cup

Rapin' a bitch in a wheelchair, and makin' her sing He's Got The Whole World In His Hands

I'm the guy that you will fear, grab her pussy ‘til the bitch straight shits his pants

Cut the throat of a slut nurse, I will eat away her lungs like Big Lurch

Make the main vein squirt, put her in the black hearse

Now I know my life is nothing but a fucking curse

I've been in this jacket for a long time

And it's with me 'til the day that I die

And when I get out all you motherfuckers gonna recognize who I am

With a knife up in your mother like a hooker in my oven

Give me head and grab the pump like Son of Sam

Inside of this straitjacket is a dead man living reckless

I can't move and I can't breathe

Lock me in a padded room and throw away the key

In a straitjacket, in a straitjacket (Ooh)

In a straitjacket, in a straitjacket

Locked away for so long, going crazy in silence

Staring at you through the window everyday smiling

Written by: Damien Quinn

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