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Kounterclockwise - O.C.D Lyrics



Kounterclockwise - O.C.D Lyrics




This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure
This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

Bruised, battered beatin bloodied bodies broken barely
Breathing bleeding heathen
Jackal hyena cackling devil
Rebel reveling in your pain and suffering you disgusting
Miserable vomitous mass of filthy muck if you feel you can
Surpass this class without getting stuck
I commend you on your heroics but all for not you get got
Now burn in hell and rot you rat rip tear stab cut bite punch
Kick bitch slap a butch bull dike cunt nigga frontin on the mic
Big willy like excite bike keep the kool aid spiked beat a
Nigga over the head with a lead pipe
Pills pussy powered peyote weed and red stripe like kid cudi
Day and night anybody got a light

This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure
This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

Down destroyed distraught disconnected distant dope and
Drugs got me acting different
Disabled depressed dysfunctional dismal dark and delusional
Damned and doubtful dumb dog dont bite the hand that feeds
You you ungrateful son of a bitch im coming at you
Cock the gat take aim when your in range gonna rearrange
Your body structure I got cha
Dont make a sound shit I swear ill slit and slice your soul with a sword
And slap you whore betcha the broke bum bitch well
Back for more Rasta rage wit a lions roar
When I pet the cat like dr claw and stick the dick to a chick
In my boudoir like odb I likes it raw weather unprotected sex
Or uncut coke through a mcdonalds straw

This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure
This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

On my last leg like f*cked up furniture and its torture
How much do a nigga gotta suffer before I get some paper
Ill admit it im a hater want to kill all the posers on the dark side
Like Vader hide in grass when I slither
Leader of the mutants you can call me professor xavier
A monster with psychopathic powers
Like that movie scanners ill make you brain implode
And Rupture Danger danger spit on a stranger
Ill turn the track into a horror feature and ill play the chainsaw
Killer your the helpless victum screaming
Running through the woods at night with heels on only to trip and get Your throat
Slit so shut up bitch if I wanted to hear it ill shove my arm
Up your ass and work your mouth like a puppet so zip it
The track is a runaway slave chop off its foot degrade it
Whip it and beat it

This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure
This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure
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This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure
This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

Bruised, battered beatin bloodied bodies broken barely
Breathing bleeding heathen
Jackal hyena cackling devil
Rebel reveling in your pain and suffering you disgusting
Miserable vomitous mass of filthy muck if you feel you can
Surpass this class without getting stuck
I commend you on your heroics but all for not you get got
Now burn in hell and rot you rat rip tear stab cut bite punch
Kick bitch slap a butch bull dike cunt nigga frontin on the mic
Big willy like excite bike keep the kool aid spiked beat a
Nigga over the head with a lead pipe
Pills pussy powered peyote weed and red stripe like kid cudi
Day and night anybody got a light

This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure
This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

Down destroyed distraught disconnected distant dope and
Drugs got me acting different
Disabled depressed dysfunctional dismal dark and delusional
Damned and doubtful dumb dog dont bite the hand that feeds
You you ungrateful son of a bitch im coming at you
Cock the gat take aim when your in range gonna rearrange
Your body structure I got cha
Dont make a sound shit I swear ill slit and slice your soul with a sword
And slap you whore betcha the broke bum bitch well
Back for more Rasta rage wit a lions roar
When I pet the cat like dr claw and stick the dick to a chick
In my boudoir like odb I likes it raw weather unprotected sex
Or uncut coke through a mcdonalds straw

This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure
This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

On my last leg like f*cked up furniture and its torture
How much do a nigga gotta suffer before I get some paper
Ill admit it im a hater want to kill all the posers on the dark side
Like Vader hide in grass when I slither
Leader of the mutants you can call me professor xavier
A monster with psychopathic powers
Like that movie scanners ill make you brain implode
And Rupture Danger danger spit on a stranger
Ill turn the track into a horror feature and ill play the chainsaw
Killer your the helpless victum screaming
Running through the woods at night with heels on only to trip and get Your throat
Slit so shut up bitch if I wanted to hear it ill shove my arm
Up your ass and work your mouth like a puppet so zip it
The track is a runaway slave chop off its foot degrade it
Whip it and beat it

This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure
This obsessive compulsive disorder is giving me ulcers
On a diet of soda and liquor aint making it better
Still I act like an actor frontin like I got it together
My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure
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Writer: Douglas Johnson
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Performed By: Kounterclockwise
Length: 3:46
Written by: Douglas Johnson

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