Norman Bates

Yeah I’m Norman Bates All up in ya face Split personality I spit the reality Yeah I’m Norman Bates All up in ya face Split personality I spit the reality Yeah I’m Norman Bates All up in ya face Split personality I spit the reality Yeah I’m Norman Bates All up in ya face Split personality I spit the reality You a suspect, I stay in your mouth like a subject Please don’t make me upset, or we can dance like dubstep Sometimes I think there’s multiple Elijah’s The angry, the happy, the cocky, the stricker Eight personas like the legs of a spider Lionhearted but I got the fight of a tiger Ima kill em all make sure no survivors Murder with pliers Strangle with wires I’m an outsider, the rider, the driver I’m sick and I’m tired Of you majors and you minors Ima take em all out Halloween Michael Myers Put one in the freezer, one in the fire One in the pool, one in the dryer One in the oven, one in the fryer They said they were sorry but they were liars So I got in my car, ran them over with tires The Bates hotel, me and mother’s possession Don’t sex in the rooms or I’ll teach you a lesson Don’t lie on the application when you check in Or I’ll put a hole in your room and start checking Don’t run this is not the chase motel You’ll die soon, welcome to the Bates Motel Yeah I’m Norman Bates All up in ya face Split personality I spit the reality Yeah I’m Norman Bates All up in ya face Split personality I spit the reality I’m about to go Psycho Hope Marion got insurance, Geico I’m gonna kill her in the shower then dump her car in the water My mom gets jealous when I like daughters So she takes over and she slaughters I had to kill the P.I. he was a stalker Lila and Sam think I’m a monster Turns out I killed my mom, I forgot her But I am her just stronger Think I’ve been here longer This is my hotel I will conquer Hate people don’t need a sponsor Watch everyone like a concert I lost myself I am goner I’m a killer like a mobster But it wasn’t me, I need a doctor I don’t really think I killed those people it was mother Only child don’t have no brothers, just me and mommy no other So much blood on the covers, dead bodies discovered Slice the bodies in half, I’m good and bad How many personalities do I have? Yeah I’m Norman Bates All up in ya face Split personality I spit the reality Yeah I’m Norman Bates All up in ya face Split personality I spit the reality