the killing joke Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hah

Yeah, hah, yeah, hah, yeah, hah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Tryna paint the fuckin town red

Yeah, hah, yeah, hah, hah

Tryna paint the fuckin town red

Paint the fuckin town red

Catch mr. Policeman, and I'm finna leave a clown dead

Take his fuckin nightstick, I'ma beat his fuckin clown ass

Scatter his remains, I'm tryna leave a goddamn mess

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

They trying to control me

But that's not in the cards

Put this through a fuckin speaker, cuz it's bout to hit you hard

If you out here tryna hoe me

You not gon get your way

Gon look stupid in the end, while I continue chasing pay

Bitch, I walked outside

Chains hanging right from the jeans

You got rocks inside your head, I'll never know just what you mean

If you talking bout the fashion, ima bring some to the scene

I'm the fucking vault dweller, I do not roll with a team

Do you got a clue

If you don't know already, then I don't think I wanna talk to you

What they tryna do

Do not speak on my name, I don't know what niggas out here tryna prove

Do you wanna die

That could happen the minute you choose to look inside my fuckin eyes

Might be suicide

Cuz the holy monster takes no prisoners, that is the final ride

Bitch, I'm a fuckin psycho, I got a buzzsaw baby

End a fucking cop and I might pop his fuckin lady

They, look, at, um, bai, like, "is you crazy?"

Voices tryna tell em that they should not try to save me

Paint the fuckin town red

Catch mr. Policeman, and I'm finna leave a clown dead

Take his fuckin nightstick, I'ma beat his fuckin clown ass

Scatter his remains, I'm tryna leave a goddamn mess

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Paint the fuckin town red

Catch mr. Policeman, and I'm finna leave a clown dead

Take his fuckin nightstick, I'ma beat his fuckin clown ass

Scatter his remains, I'm tryna leave a goddamn mess

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hah

Hah

Hah, hah, hah