Fractured Disposition Lyrics

I've got a split personality I'm sick I'm a mess

I have deep conversations with the voices in my head

They're my darkest of demons and my closest of friends

I've got a split personality a split personality

Waking up at Four am again

Going through my head again

People all around saying I lost faith again

Wait I didn't hear you can you say that again?

(People hate you people love you)

My mistake I just had a thought come out of the blue

(Maybe you should rap again about Donna sue)

Nah I don't think I will I should go into the kitchen and cook another meal

(Maybe you should grab the knife and yourself is the kill)

That's a good idea but maybe there is a better deal

Stuck inside this fractured disposition

A musician in need of some kind of magician

Or maybe a new mortician

To crack the code

And split the abode

My mind is as fast as

It takes for my memory lapses

Take my fist and shove it down your throat

But this time way past the goat

Lemme rip out your stomach

Ah fuck it I plummet

From the highest summit

Bitch I'm hitting my pinnacle isn't it pretty cool I left from middle school

Liar you started a fire and destroyed your father's empire

Tie a knot into a rope

And that's the ring you can marry hope

Ya lil bitch

I've got a split personality I'm sick I'm a mess

I have deep conversations with the voices in my head

They're my darkest of demons and my closest of friends

I've got a split personality a split personality

Split personalities

And everyone is mad at me

Fuck em

Some deaths are sad to see

But it's your anatomy

I'm stuck In

T I M E

I have plenty

If I die at Thirty

I will still be thirsty

Split mind means I'm here until sixty

Well damn isn't that just nifty

I guess I'm patiently waiting like 50

Einen Moment ich mag dich

Dann möchte ich dich als nächstes ermorden

This is My Craft I'm a Warden

I'll trap your soul and this is a warning

I'm aware of your world I'm a Worgen

A werewolf in the world of Craft I'm resorting

To violence with Violins I see past the violet

I've got a split personality I'm sick I'm a mess

I have deep conversations with the voices in my head

They're my darkest of demons and my closest of friends

I've got a split personality a split personality

Open your dim eyes lets finalize

Your demise from this thin ice

ITs fabulous

Drink some gas your worth less than someone who is worthless

Era era

Dead end cul de sac

Error error

Bending multitask

Desensitized from the lies

Descending poltergeist

I was OneThree when I tried to burn you guys

Now there is only smoke in my eyes

I've got a split personality I'm sick I'm a mess

I have deep conversations with the voices in my head

They're my darkest of demons and my closest of friends

I've got a split personality a split personality

Mistaken I thought abuse made it blatant

No Hatin your empire is shaken

I take it that you can't trust me I hate it