Full Moon Lyrics
| Song | Full Moon |
| Artist | Prozak |
| Album | Paranormal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Chorus) | |
| Maybe it’s just best to leave my by my lonely, homie | |
| Maybe we ain’t friends, if you want my trust show me | |
| People actin’ kinda funny like a full moon | |
| Got me feelin’ dark gloom, and igniting my psycho just like some gas fumes (3x) | |
| Maybe I should set an example, extract some blood samples | |
| Run this razor blade across his throat and adam's apple, | |
| Dismantle his body into pieces, sink him in this reservoir | |
| What the fuck you starin’ at, what the fuck you take me for? | |
| Take this as an act of war, | |
| Dressed in black and strap my lord | |
| Act like demons from the past I’m tappin’ at your chamber door | |
| Quote the raven "nevermore", Edger Allen, I implore | |
| Hope you prayed before you were placed underneath this cellar boards | |
| I’m so unlike my berkowitz, your existence superfluous, | |
| My persistence to hurt you and remove you from this earth | |
| And it’s vital that I complete the cycle, | |
| Proceed to murder your idols on pins and needles, leave you bleedin’ with knives and rifles. | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| I’ve been in this game so long, | |
| I’m numb to the pain, hold on | |
| I function this way, mind gone, | |
| You takin’ my place? (Dead wrong) | |
| I’m infamous, incision you to increments, | |
| With these instruments of vigilance, have you wishin’ for innocence | |
| Beat you into submission, bitch | |
| Show you the mind of villain instead of killin’ it, lyrically like you ain't feelin’ this | |
| Always perceiving, seemin’ to be the seed of a demon | |
| Cause you can’t seem to beat ‘em or cease ‘em from breathin’. | |
| I’m sick of this, ignorance, illegitimate, hatin’ shit | |
| Bitches, stay up out my mix, jockin’ on my style, so sick | |
| You talk about my style so much you might as well be my publicist, | |
| Twenty-ten, back again, resurrect like I’m from Nazareth | |
| (Chorus x2) | |
| Huh, people actin’ real funny, you know what I’m sayin’? | |
| There must be a full moon in this mother fucker of something. |
| Chorus | |
| Maybe it' s just best to leave my by my lonely, homie | |
| Maybe we ain' t friends, if you want my trust show me | |
| People actin' kinda funny like a full moon | |
| Got me feelin' dark gloom, and igniting my psycho just like some gas fumes 3x | |
| Maybe I should set an example, extract some blood samples | |
| Run this razor blade across his throat and adam' s apple, | |
| Dismantle his body into pieces, sink him in this reservoir | |
| What the fuck you starin' at, what the fuck you take me for? | |
| Take this as an act of war, | |
| Dressed in black and strap my lord | |
| Act like demons from the past I' m tappin' at your chamber door | |
| Quote the raven " nevermore", Edger Allen, I implore | |
| Hope you prayed before you were placed underneath this cellar boards | |
| I' m so unlike my berkowitz, your existence superfluous, | |
| My persistence to hurt you and remove you from this earth | |
| And it' s vital that I complete the cycle, | |
| Proceed to murder your idols on pins and needles, leave you bleedin' with knives and rifles. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| I' ve been in this game so long, | |
| I' m numb to the pain, hold on | |
| I function this way, mind gone, | |
| You takin' my place? Dead wrong | |
| I' m infamous, incision you to increments, | |
| With these instruments of vigilance, have you wishin' for innocence | |
| Beat you into submission, bitch | |
| Show you the mind of villain instead of killin' it, lyrically like you ain' t feelin' this | |
| Always perceiving, seemin' to be the seed of a demon | |
| Cause you can' t seem to beat ' em or cease ' em from breathin'. | |
| I' m sick of this, ignorance, illegitimate, hatin' shit | |
| Bitches, stay up out my mix, jockin' on my style, so sick | |
| You talk about my style so much you might as well be my publicist, | |
| Twentyten, back again, resurrect like I' m from Nazareth | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Huh, people actin' real funny, you know what I' m sayin'? | |
| There must be a full moon in this mother fucker of something. |
| Chorus | |
| Maybe it' s just best to leave my by my lonely, homie | |
| Maybe we ain' t friends, if you want my trust show me | |
| People actin' kinda funny like a full moon | |
| Got me feelin' dark gloom, and igniting my psycho just like some gas fumes 3x | |
| Maybe I should set an example, extract some blood samples | |
| Run this razor blade across his throat and adam' s apple, | |
| Dismantle his body into pieces, sink him in this reservoir | |
| What the fuck you starin' at, what the fuck you take me for? | |
| Take this as an act of war, | |
| Dressed in black and strap my lord | |
| Act like demons from the past I' m tappin' at your chamber door | |
| Quote the raven " nevermore", Edger Allen, I implore | |
| Hope you prayed before you were placed underneath this cellar boards | |
| I' m so unlike my berkowitz, your existence superfluous, | |
| My persistence to hurt you and remove you from this earth | |
| And it' s vital that I complete the cycle, | |
| Proceed to murder your idols on pins and needles, leave you bleedin' with knives and rifles. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| I' ve been in this game so long, | |
| I' m numb to the pain, hold on | |
| I function this way, mind gone, | |
| You takin' my place? Dead wrong | |
| I' m infamous, incision you to increments, | |
| With these instruments of vigilance, have you wishin' for innocence | |
| Beat you into submission, bitch | |
| Show you the mind of villain instead of killin' it, lyrically like you ain' t feelin' this | |
| Always perceiving, seemin' to be the seed of a demon | |
| Cause you can' t seem to beat ' em or cease ' em from breathin'. | |
| I' m sick of this, ignorance, illegitimate, hatin' shit | |
| Bitches, stay up out my mix, jockin' on my style, so sick | |
| You talk about my style so much you might as well be my publicist, | |
| Twentyten, back again, resurrect like I' m from Nazareth | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Huh, people actin' real funny, you know what I' m sayin'? | |
| There must be a full moon in this mother fucker of something. |
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