Norman Bates vs. Jack Torrance

Would you mind not throwing a fit in my business?

With that grimace you don't lay a welcome mat, from what I've witnessed

I've known some shitty role models, your obsession brought your slaughter

Now I'll make this the part 2 of ridding frantic frivolous fathers

So Kubrick screwed his train of thought, and cooked a different mad plot

Now the author of this author is flooding his floors with bad blood.

My footsteps are what my plan brought, with all the friends that I have lost

While your path froze your guts to death--I'll check you in as Jack Frost.

A child and his mother, I corrected the disturbance

Now they send me both cases within one goddamn person

It's a burden, but I guess I'm gonna have to let the storm in

You dropped the ball on the carpet? Then fucking play with me, Norman!

This spineless biased child will bring the crisis I'm divining.

It only takes a lifeless mind to give your mindless life a Shining

I'll flip you and your "stab-me-daddy-slapstick-gist"

Your spirit's like, "Keep calm and pass the buck to mommy, she can handle this"

You're simply full of lust, I know it makes you feel so ill

Still don't have the guts to face it so you take them out your roadkill.

Now you perfectly replicate what you pin on your walls

An empty, anxious, little bitch that ripped his soul with what he caused

Mother, what's the plan? Pierce this Jackoff 'till the game's won

No need for reversed writing to know Torrance is getting REDRUM'd

You play with your work but who's feeling disturbed? Think of more than one sentence and write it

Are you finally willing to fight and confront or did I get a dull boy excited

I know it's not my place to get involved in, but you got nothing but your avarice and despair evolving

'Til your only belief in everything you ever made is that the bottles you empty are gonna solve it

And packing a weapon? Listen up, I know this whole feeling is filling your guilt

But you showered in self deprecation and went to get stabbed by the story you built

You crafted your own trial, dropped out full of wrath and envy

The labyrinth was the game, but Player One wasn't Ready.