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Maniac

crazy, dingy, batty, bonkers and berserk
screwy, kooky, mental, and maybe even mad
Some call me just plain silly
I prefer maniac
You can’t see with your eyes,
Til you believe with your mind
And then you are mine
They’ve got you trapped in a lie
When you believe you’re alive
And don’t forget where you’re from
I once read that in a book
I can no longer preach what they took
Cause then they’ll say I’m
crazy, dingy, batty, bonkers and berserk
screwy, kooky, mental, and maybe even mad
Some call me just plain silly
I prefer maniac
Maniacal freedom
with maniacal justice
You heard of eye for an eye?
How you think that bitch had gone blind?
I’ve got maniacal truths
Yelled down from the mountains
T.V controls the thoughts of our youth
But it’s only you that can stop them
And only if you’re
crazy, dingy, batty, bonkers and berserk
screwy, kooky, mental, and maybe even mad
Some call me just plain silly
I prefer maniac
They say I tell maniacal lies
That I am wasting your time
When I spit maniacal rhymes
That what I’m doing’s a crime
I call them cowards
Screaming from their ivory towers
Saying it’s my voice that must be silenced
Saying that all free voices are pirates
Or worse, they slap more labels on you
and ship you off to cabu
Shit, Cuba. This whole things fuckin taboo.
They say I’m
crazy, dingy, batty, bonkers and berserk
screwy, kooky, mental, and maybe even mad
Some call me just plain silly
I prefer maniac
Yeah I’m a maniac, one not of homicide, but of biocide,
of deicide, and fratricide
of xenocide and viricide
Tyrranicide and linguicide
Geocide and politicide
Mariticide and Regicide
Yeah, I’m a maniac
I’m Mikie, the Pseudocidal Maniac

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