Psychoville (Explicit) Lyrics
Psychoville - Dabbla/Graziella
Lyricist:Andrew Pittas
Composer:Roast Beatz
Arranger:Roast Beatz
Attention deficit disorder
Slaughter blame it on the hotel porter
No one needs to know but the daughter
Caught between the headlights
She don't know what to say yeah
Sorta
All the right makings
Of a psychopath hiding in a hybrid flat
Stashed the make up in a Nike bag
Spare pair of rubber gloves man I'm too rags
One big round trip
Take two cabs
Wash hands at every opportunity
Up to the elbows
Really gets underneath the fingernails
Try and blend in with the infidels
And stop doing everything you did
Usually
Usually
Then in the blink of a heartbeat
Remember what you got stashed in the car seat
We don't want a situation getting nasty
I ain't gonna say nothing if they ask me
But can you really trust me
Can I trust you
You don't even have to ask
Or beat around the bush
Stop pulling up my past man you must do
'Cause if you ain't got my back
I'll have to crush you
No psychics here no wing men
No feelings either tin men
And we're up real early like the bin men
And we're gonna do a ting are you in then
In these walls I'm silent like a prey
But I fought like a victim
On the edge
I'm fighting like I'm brave
But these suffer the sickness
It's funny how the brain play tricks on ya
One day it's all fine then they switch on ya
Picturesque in the mind like literature
Techniques to define asphyxia
Which bit you want
The long story and the short is
I sorta make it up as I go along
Welcome to the mind of a psycho
Up late mixing alcohol with the Nytol
Right old nutter from the loony bin
Bought the house next door to you now he's moving in
Rocking in the living room twitching
Thinking he's underneath the sink in the kitchen
Do you ever get the feeling that there's two of you
Sitting on your own in the room with a few of you
Who are you
No one that you need to be concerned about
Hoping all my split personalities can work it out
Trapped in the body of a grown man
So d**n horny I could fornicate with both hands
O C D got me house proud
Cleaning out the cupboards
With a drink thinking out loud
Now now low it he's a nut job
Big fat f**king lunatic
He'll have your nuts off
Meet me at the tuc shop
Bring the chlorine to get the crust off
Just round the corner from the bus stop
In these walls I'm silent like a prey
But I fought like a victim
On the edge I'm fighting like I'm brave
But these suffer the sickness
I promised to myself last time
Though I shouldn't
If that's the case boy
I better make it a good'un
I'm that little thing in the night that goes biddum
Hanging round all the places that you wouldn't
Shoulda butta woulda becoming a big nuisance
He's a green ninja like the Teenage Mutants
Cleaning up the streets like De Niro
Weirdo dressed as a comic book hero
Hiding in the bush like a meerkat
Badgering my dogs like shh did you here that
Blot two drops on the paper
And watch the whole world fast forward to a lot later
Meanwhile leaning in the backdrop
Crack pot tryna clean the porn off his laptop
What you really wanna do is settle down mate
Wow mate you should of had a job by now mate
It's just me and the tree that I'm hugging
Thugging sitting in a hole that I dug in
Bugging I've been in this loop like forever
Just tugging on the string
For the baggage that I'm lugging
Ain't it funny how the truth comes out
When the house get's taken and the loot run's out
Out
No doubt that you'll thank me
When you're at the sanctuary
Get the chloroform and the hanky
In these walls I'm silent like a prey
But I fought like a victim
On the edge I'm fighting like I'm brave
But these suffer the sickness