Bates Theory
House of Krazees Lyrics

Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Emphasizing the psychotic nature of the individual

Psycho sick-ass maniac is in my spread
I am a dangerously insane person and my influence is spreading

My output of rhymes tells you Not to fuck with me
My lyrics serve as a warning not to mess with me

My input is deadly, don't test me
My thoughts and actions are deadly, don't challenge me

I'll light your ass up like The Fourth of July
I will cause a spectacular, explosive destruction

I'll even split my chest open And let the monsters fly
I will expose my most frightening, inner demons

I'll turn into a snake in the Grass and poison your weed
I will betray you in a sneaky manner and ruin your life

Your head explodes I pick up the pieces and feed my face
I will cause your mind to explode and feed on the chaos and destruction it creates

You think it's sick? I say This shit tastes like peaches
You might find it disturbing, but I find pleasure in it

Check my pieces of my body Lurks beneath the covers
Examine the different aspects of my existence that hide beneath the surface

You gon' suffer, motherfuckеr 'cause the smoke smothers
You will experience severe pain and suffocation from the overwhelming chaos I bring

Bury your motherfuckin' ass So don't step to this
I will metaphorically bury you, so stay away from me

Tricks or treat, return to me, you punk bitch
You will face the consequences of your actions when they come back to haunt you

Read the lips of the dead bodies I keep 'em packed sho 'nuff
Listen to the silent messages of the corpses I collect

It's rough bein' mad and fucked up Let it rain on the heads of my enemies
Living in a disturbed state is challenging, but I take pleasure in causing havoc for my enemies

Let it rain ROC's 'til they can't breathe
I will flood the world with chaos and drown those who oppose me

Listen to the words they served Your ass like bitches
Pay attention to the messages they deliver, as they will dominate and control you

My brain feels the maggots But it's the Bates Theory
My mind is corrupted and contaminated, but it's all part of the Bates Theory

Master of insanity, hold onto your brain 'cause here we go
As an expert in madness, brace yourself for a mind-bending journey

On a trip through the mind of a psycho
We are about to explore the twisted thoughts and experiences of a deranged individual

Oh shit, something happened, some of a bitch God damn, I'm the man with the wicked shit
Oh no, something unexpected occurred, but I am embracing my role as the master of evil

Hold my hand and walk with me down the trail Blood and guts, the product of my grim tales
Join me in traversing the path of horror I have created, where blood and gore are the result of my twisted stories

It never fails My mind's always on the blink Twisted illusions makes it hard to think
My mind is constantly malfunctioning and distorted illusions make rational thinking difficult

Beneath the skin, finds the blood Another slash to your throat hope you Don't die in the flood
Underneath the surface, blood flows, and I hope to inflict another wound on your throat without killing you

A psychotronic motherfucker with the Intent to kill
I am a psychotronic individual with a desire to commit murder

Just to suffice all my demented thrill
Satisfying my twisted desires is the sole purpose of my actions

Blood will spill, I got the chills Dump the mutilated body on The highest fuckin' hill
Blood will be shed, and the thrill of it sends shivers down my spine. I will discard the mutilated corpse on the highest hill as a display of my power

Sacrificing place kickin' up much dust Hold my skull and hope that My brain don't bust
Engaging in violent acts and causing chaos. I hold my skull, hoping that my mind doesn't collapse under the pressure

Quite deranged when kickin' my Retro rhymes Some hard time in the theater of the mind
I am truly disturbed when delivering my nostalgic lyrics. It's like experiencing a dark and twisted performance in the theater of the mind

What is mine is always seekin' the truth Bringin' the facts to all my demented youth
I am constantly searching for the truth in my own dark and twisted reality. I share these facts with others who share my disturbed mindset

Flip the script And I'll pray somebody listen this ain't Time to bleed my brain for information
Change the narrative and I hope someone pays attention. This is not the moment to extract information from my disturbed mind

Spreadin' evil as I spin in a revelation Psycho trippin', I'm mesmerized by this
I am spreading evil and reveling in the unveiling of dark truths. I am fascinated and captivated by this psychotic journey

Take my time to write my tombstone scripts Can't you read? Too late your wig split
I carefully craft my lyrics as if they were tombstone inscriptions. It's too late for you to understand or escape, as your mind is already shattered

Fuck it, the time has come to seal fate Nails in a casket sunk to a bottomless lake
I don't care anymore. The moment has arrived to determine destinies. Nails will secure the coffin, forever submerged in an endless abyss

Rotten flesh will burn to the very day Cruise the boneyard, I now feels the need
Decaying flesh will continue to burn until the end of time. I have an urge to roam the graveyard, searching for more victims

To cause havoc on this town And watch it bleed gruesome tales A horror's past with bloodshed
I aim to create chaos in this town and witness the gruesome aftermath. It is reminiscent of a horrifying history filled with violence and bloodshed

Smash a skull I'm braindead My job is done in this town, yeah
Crushing a skull leaves me without thoughts or feelings. I have completed my mission in this town

So let's go Everybody fears a motherfuckin' psycho
Now it's time to move on. Everyone is terrified of a deranged individual like me

My mind feels the maggots, my mind
I can sense the decay and corruption within my own mind

The Bates Theory the Bates Theory The Bates Theory what's up? Ha ha ha ha
Referring to the concept of the Bates Theory, a twisted and disturbed ideology. A sinister, taunting question is posed at the end