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Out There
189
Hip-Hop/Rap
Out There was released on January 1, 2011 by Psychopathic as a part of the album Featuring Freshness
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2011
LabelPsychopathic
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

Lyrics

"The wicked clowns and Bush wick Bill are lost in space, out there"
The car broke down, and she was like, "Honey, get the flashlight, still one in the dash right?"
Only 'cause it's late at night, and who knows what's out there
She was right, though, ain't gonna help with a light, though
People dying tonight, 'cause yo, this maniac is out there
I'm hanging like a possum, murder tricks, I got 'em
Spot 'em, will come right into the bottom and slaughter 'em, out there
His boo was locked up in the car, on the phone and tripping hard
Screaming, fuck that bitch was scarred, "There's a killer out there"
Cut that crying shit off, I cut, you die, I get off
If I'm crawling up on the car trying to rip the moon roof lid off, out there
Bitch turned the wipers on, hazard lights and blew the horn
I smashed with my axe, and pulled her to the lawn, out there
She kicked me hard, to the grill, with one of them Doc Martin heels
Murderers, you know how that feels, your lip be out there
Time to die, close my eyes, swung and felt a thump
And I done spilt her head in half like a tree stump, out there
Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there
Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what can happen
Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there
Don't you dare go out there, late night killers might be stabbing
Lights on in the house, but it's dark outside
You can even close one eye lookin' bitch, I'm out there
Camp fire lit, Boy Scout meeting's they talk of me
Even they leaders got memories of me, I'm out there
Forensic scientists try to finger me out
But I'm too quick for their sheriff's stupid asses, I'm still out there
Pull up all your road blocks, I'm runnin' through woods in my socks
Silently takin' out all cops, one by one, I'm out there
Leave they bodies in the street, continue on my murder spree
They can believe all my heat, when I pull it out there
Break up into the zoo, dress up in a monkey suit
Sticking up families for they loot, my brain is out there
Handy with an ice pick, pull it out and use it good
In and out your temple, blood is squirting all out there
I'm the urban legend you heard at your college dorm
Jump out and squeeze your vocal cords, when you out there
Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there
Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what can happen
Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there
Don't you dare go out there, late night killers might be stabbing
Somewhere out there, a rare glimpse of Bush wick
My mind loads clips at your block and leave you stuck, bitch
A psychopath, ready to blast in a black ski mask
Leave you in body bags for a news flash
I might be small, but I got big balls
Write my name on the wall, with bloodstains after the brawl
Evil thoughts run deep in my brain
I'm sick and deranged, so picture the pain flowin' in my veins
Yeah, I'm sick, I'm sicker then Hitler
My got spit street motherfuckin' forbidden scriptures
**** run from a gun, forgettin' they can't
I drag a Mossberg, 'cause it won't fit in my pants
I run up in your ride, it's parked and it's dark and
Jump out your glove compartment, sparkin'
The shit that I do, make many faints
Dead saint, turn your blood into candy paint
Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there
Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what can happen
Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there
Don't you dare go out there, late night killers might be stabbing
Written by: Ed Roynesdal, Patty Smyth
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