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Freak
20
Hip-Hop/Rap
Freak was released on March 27, 2010 by LSP as a part of the album Chapterz
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Release DateMarch 27, 2010
LabelLSP
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dark Half
Dark Half
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Losch
Jay Losch
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yo, livin' in this world I cannot take it
Take away from pain but I still feel that I'm breakin'
I'm livin' in a tragedy though I feel I'll make it
Some nights wishin' that I'd die, a cannot break this
Break all the shame that I live with can you help me?
Tell me that it's fine, tell me that you'll always love me
You never understood all the facts like I'm ugly
On the inside ashamed of what's becoming
Telling me everything is fine and will be okay
And every single day, I believe what you say
But it's hard to run away from everything that we were
I'll kill you, I know it sounds absurd
But if I can never have you nobody can
Took her in the garage the murder began
And with a chainsaw I got raw
Cut her into bits, left the cops in awe
They wanna label and call us all freaks
I speak in tongues, the only language I learned how to speak
I walk amongst the dead inside my head
I walk amongst the dead with eyes blood red
Like Sid I'm Vicious, you better believe this
Cut the baby out the stomach chew that fetus to pieces
Yeah her nieces were next, so I cut out their necks
And stayed up all night trying to clean up the mess
Yeah my head is a mess, I picture blades in your chest
And my mind won't rest 'til maggots eatin' your flesh
I'm obsessed with death so I must be a freak
Cook your body up fast or it's no good to eat
When I grind the meat, I start with their feet
I try to be discrete but I think the neighbor's onto me
I'm like Ted Bundy, I'll eat you like Dahmer
Not a thing liking Wayne Gacy but I've heard that he's my father
Gather bones up from the cellar 'cause it's time to make furniture
I get pleasure from hurtin' ya once I see the blood squirting, bruh
I just can't handle it, I start to panic
About to vomit, my life is useless
They wanna label and call us all freaks
I speak in tongues, the only language I learned how to speak
I walk amongst the dead inside my head
I walk amongst the dead with eyes blood red
They wanna label and call us all freaks
I speak in tongues, the only language I learned how to speak
I walk amongst the dead inside my head
I walk amongst the dead with eyes blood red
Written by: Jay Losch
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