| The reason that the girls liked me was | |
| [Chorus: Charlie Manson] | |
| Hey now | |
| Hey now I’m all around you, around you | |
| Hey now | |
| Up on your heart I can sing through you | |
| Hey now | |
| Hey now I’m all around you | |
| Hey now | |
| Up on your heart I can sing through you | |
| And they say hey man, you got soul in that music | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Eat your brains for dinner, I’m fitting to kill you | |
| I’m not a saint, I’m a sinner | |
| Light you on fire with pain thinner | |
| How you plan to survive boxing me when I outfox you like Channel 5 | |
| I’m the most dangerous man alive | |
| Known for infamy, program you to kill for me | |
| Hold the fully, pull it, be a wolf for me, take a bullet for me | |
| Give me the Pulitzer for popping mullets verbally | |
| Skulls split you tell the truth, you want sympathy? | |
| You fucking bullshitter you fucking rep it like Dutch Schultz did kid | |
| Hell up in Harlem, you made me pop your fucking eye out for Charlie M | |
| Turned you into roadkill, told the prosecutor, “Don’t make a mountain from a molehill.” | |
| You would’ve died in the future, tyrannical chief | |
| Pull out automatics and beef fanatical with satanic beliefs | |
| Son you like Keavnu Reeves in Devil’s Advocate | |
| Malevolent’s my favourite adjective | |
| You agitate, bury you in a grave in a hazel cabinet | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Abusive brother, shoot you like Glover till you hover worse than the Devil, I fuck Lucifer’s mother | |
| Split her with a caesarean, a pistol-carrying disciplinarian lyricist burying and sadistic barbarian | |
| Sick of you suckers, play you like Cliff on a Rickenbacker | |
| Run up on your clique pumping the clip and buck ya you chicken fucker | |
| Relax player, feed you ex-lax and Bayer, fuck being a taxpayer, rather be an axe-slayer | |
| Put your nose in my biz, invade my space, what’s your angle? | |
| Your heart is in the right place on the floor mangled | |
| I’m a pimp, I walk with a limp like I strangled my ankle | |
| You’ll wind up a gimp when a psychotic chimp attacks you like Hannibal | |
| Manually pull your hair out like an animal, yanking it | |
| Shanking your scalp with a scalpel demonic Emmanuel Lewis | |
| A human puzzle, a beast from the jungle needed a muzzle | |
| Attack you like a bumblebee, in a rumble you crumble | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3] |
| The reason that the girls liked me was | |
| Chorus: Charlie Manson | |
| Hey now | |
| Hey now I' m all around you, around you | |
| Hey now | |
| Up on your heart I can sing through you | |
| Hey now | |
| Hey now I' m all around you | |
| Hey now | |
| Up on your heart I can sing through you | |
| And they say hey man, you got soul in that music | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Eat your brains for dinner, I' m fitting to kill you | |
| I' m not a saint, I' m a sinner | |
| Light you on fire with pain thinner | |
| How you plan to survive boxing me when I outfox you like Channel 5 | |
| I' m the most dangerous man alive | |
| Known for infamy, program you to kill for me | |
| Hold the fully, pull it, be a wolf for me, take a bullet for me | |
| Give me the Pulitzer for popping mullets verbally | |
| Skulls split you tell the truth, you want sympathy? | |
| You fucking bullshitter you fucking rep it like Dutch Schultz did kid | |
| Hell up in Harlem, you made me pop your fucking eye out for Charlie M | |
| Turned you into roadkill, told the prosecutor, " Don' t make a mountain from a molehill." | |
| You would' ve died in the future, tyrannical chief | |
| Pull out automatics and beef fanatical with satanic beliefs | |
| Son you like Keavnu Reeves in Devil' s Advocate | |
| Malevolent' s my favourite adjective | |
| You agitate, bury you in a grave in a hazel cabinet | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Abusive brother, shoot you like Glover till you hover worse than the Devil, I fuck Lucifer' s mother | |
| Split her with a caesarean, a pistolcarrying disciplinarian lyricist burying and sadistic barbarian | |
| Sick of you suckers, play you like Cliff on a Rickenbacker | |
| Run up on your clique pumping the clip and buck ya you chicken fucker | |
| Relax player, feed you exlax and Bayer, fuck being a taxpayer, rather be an axeslayer | |
| Put your nose in my biz, invade my space, what' s your angle? | |
| Your heart is in the right place on the floor mangled | |
| I' m a pimp, I walk with a limp like I strangled my ankle | |
| You' ll wind up a gimp when a psychotic chimp attacks you like Hannibal | |
| Manually pull your hair out like an animal, yanking it | |
| Shanking your scalp with a scalpel demonic Emmanuel Lewis | |
| A human puzzle, a beast from the jungle needed a muzzle | |
| Attack you like a bumblebee, in a rumble you crumble | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 |
| The reason that the girls liked me was | |
| Chorus: Charlie Manson | |
| Hey now | |
| Hey now I' m all around you, around you | |
| Hey now | |
| Up on your heart I can sing through you | |
| Hey now | |
| Hey now I' m all around you | |
| Hey now | |
| Up on your heart I can sing through you | |
| And they say hey man, you got soul in that music | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Eat your brains for dinner, I' m fitting to kill you | |
| I' m not a saint, I' m a sinner | |
| Light you on fire with pain thinner | |
| How you plan to survive boxing me when I outfox you like Channel 5 | |
| I' m the most dangerous man alive | |
| Known for infamy, program you to kill for me | |
| Hold the fully, pull it, be a wolf for me, take a bullet for me | |
| Give me the Pulitzer for popping mullets verbally | |
| Skulls split you tell the truth, you want sympathy? | |
| You fucking bullshitter you fucking rep it like Dutch Schultz did kid | |
| Hell up in Harlem, you made me pop your fucking eye out for Charlie M | |
| Turned you into roadkill, told the prosecutor, " Don' t make a mountain from a molehill." | |
| You would' ve died in the future, tyrannical chief | |
| Pull out automatics and beef fanatical with satanic beliefs | |
| Son you like Keavnu Reeves in Devil' s Advocate | |
| Malevolent' s my favourite adjective | |
| You agitate, bury you in a grave in a hazel cabinet | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Abusive brother, shoot you like Glover till you hover worse than the Devil, I fuck Lucifer' s mother | |
| Split her with a caesarean, a pistolcarrying disciplinarian lyricist burying and sadistic barbarian | |
| Sick of you suckers, play you like Cliff on a Rickenbacker | |
| Run up on your clique pumping the clip and buck ya you chicken fucker | |
| Relax player, feed you exlax and Bayer, fuck being a taxpayer, rather be an axeslayer | |
| Put your nose in my biz, invade my space, what' s your angle? | |
| Your heart is in the right place on the floor mangled | |
| I' m a pimp, I walk with a limp like I strangled my ankle | |
| You' ll wind up a gimp when a psychotic chimp attacks you like Hannibal | |
| Manually pull your hair out like an animal, yanking it | |
| Shanking your scalp with a scalpel demonic Emmanuel Lewis | |
| A human puzzle, a beast from the jungle needed a muzzle | |
| Attack you like a bumblebee, in a rumble you crumble | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 |
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