-> "Normainian Bates ID"
Original Song Title:
"Bohemian Rhapsody"
(MP3)
Parody Song Title:
"Normainian Bates ID"
The Lyrics
I can't tell real life,
From that of fantasy,
Caught in my mom's mind, I've a dual personality.
Hopin' she dies, hooked up poison lye in tea.
She calls me whore boy, she needs psychology.
She's displeased with son, sleazy hos, always spies, always knows,
Everything she spins so, just so she gets madder, at me, at me.
Mama, got chilled and canned,
Brought her breakfast to her bed,
Spiked a jigger, now she's dead.
Drama, knives are used not guns,
So now you want me blow these girls away.
Mama, ooh-ooh ooh ooh, did I mean to make you die?
I brought you back in tin crafted wheel barrow,
Buried on, carried gone, a chair with stuffing's where I sat her.
Norm Bates, his mind is numb,
Bends 'shivers' hitting spine, oddly quaking when they're dimed,
Must hide ev'ry body, a swamp I know,
Gonna leave them in the slime, no trace nor proof.
Mama, ooh-ooh ooh ooh, why'd you make them die,
So fine to kiss but never quite warned at all.
I see a little stil-a-letto in my hand,
Mom seduced, I'd deduced, she wants to cut off their mangos,
Plunder, jolt, incising, tearing up so icing-ly.
(Gal-fillet-o) Gal-fillet-o (Gal-fillet-o) Gal-fillet-o Gal-fillet-o, rigor-o!
Bag stiff and go. I'm momma's whore boy, dead body shoves me,
Yes just a whore boy with a whore fantasy,
Wears out their life in his la-va-tory.
Easy done, freezy blows, made her dead and so,
She'll kill ya! No, You must not stab her so,
(Stab and go) She'll kill ya! She will just stab and go!
(Stab and go) She'll kill ya! She will just stab and go!
(Stab her no!) Will just stab and go,
(Stab her no!) Will just stab and go, (Stab and go.) Ah
Oh no, oh no, oh no no no
(Mom's idea, Mom's idea) Mom's Idea, stab her so.
She's in the tub with a bevel in her side and knee, and knee, and knee.
Oh, I think that mom owns me and gets in my mind,
So I think that mom loves me I kill by design,
Her baby, can't do this to her baby,
I gotta cut out, just gotta cut out how she leers.
Stabbings cause blood splatters, on the john and me
Stabbings cause blood splatters,
Stabbings cause blood splatters, on me.
Any kind of knife blow.
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