Twisted Insane - Puppet Master lyrics

[Verse 1: Bishop AKA Young Bop] (Yeah) Straight from the worshop, dead in the dungeon It is what it is, they wanna treat me like a puppet Kids with the sickness, they like it and they love it Pain and suffering gets hotter than the oven Twilight skies with the lights getting dim Raised like a caged doing life in the pen Blow like a grenade when I slide out my pen My crazy evil ways got me way on a limb Anger management says I need to vent Dancing with the Devil, bust my every sin They tried to throw a money wrench in my blueprint Psycho alumni, I'm a student Gloves on my hand, blood shed and laughter Scared of the church, never listen to the pastor I am a factor, when they pulling on my strings from a master (Yeah) The gutter got my heart covered with icycles b**hes wanna ride me like a tricycle So hot that I sizzle living in Sacramento Keep it lit like I'm candle jumping like Jack Be Nimble Screws in my wig, got a split personality My body n***a would come and study my anatomy (?) Let me kiss anc check I got the cavity Purple haze got me in a place with no gravity Focus, with no emotion like a mannequin I'm sharper than the sword, I got the force like Anakin Panicking, thinking about the sh** that I been landed in My hoe a psychopath, she got me flashing like a camera lens Gloves on my hand, blood shed and laughter Scared of the church, never listen to the pastor I am a factor, when they pulling on my strings from a master [Hook] (In the workshop, lonely soul Where I was born like Pinocchio You never imagined a place so cold There's the place where the hopeless go Pulling on my strings puppet master can't escape his hold The hold done made me tired but the fire is still blazing on) x 2 Oh wise Puppet Master, pulling on my strings Show me there's life after, far beyond these strings Fall in to a deep trance, dancing as I sing Follow me to the sweet land Where there's a place for you and me [Verse 2: Bishop AKA Young Bop] (Yeah) A wasted of a skitzo, still blade packin Situation critical, I'm in a straight jacket Houdini could show you this form of black magic At midnight, you could hear me creeping through your attic Put it down for my town from the clown like It Underground is where I'm found, where my sound is sick My skin look like bu*ter, when I'm cutted on my wrist Baby let me touch it unless she lustin for the dick Insane and twisted When I kick it, I try to restrain but my brain is shifted I'm infecting the speakers, the reefer keep me lifted Protecting my creatures where evil existed Gloves on my hand, blood shed shed laughter Scared of the church, never listen to the pastor I am a factor, when they pulling on my strings from a master I'm from a place off the map, come and take a visit Hustle and grit'll get the way most scratched Based on that Baby girl is with me and she let me hit it like a baseball bat I've been gone in the dreams, a yadda yadda mean Her father gonna hate that I've got her on my team It's nothing, I get to cuttin like the Wolverine Fire got me higher (?) No hatchet k**er, Michael Jackson thriller Take a n***a head off like his neck had a zipper Pop a couple adderall, mix it with the liquor I'm a Kottonmouth King, I smoke like Johnny Richter Gloves on my hand, blood shed and laughter Scared of the church, never listen to the pastor I am a factor, when they pulling on my strings from the master [Hook] In the workshop, lonely soul Where I was born like Pinocchio You never imagined a place so cold There's the place where the hopeless go Pulling on my strings puppet master can't escape his hold The hold done made me tired but the fire is still blazing on