Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Don't Understand, artist - Boondox. Album song The Murder, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.03.2017
Record label: Majik Ninja Entertainment
Song language: English
They Don't Understand |
My word’s like vermin |
Were certain to spread just like a plague |
When I preach a sermon, determine to keep the flock afraid |
My wicked conviction to piss in rythym on the system |
When I speak of murder, evisions create fictional victims |
I walk on the dark side, the shadows where monsters reside |
We’re so right and I choose Jekyll over Hyde, I provide |
A different service in the purpose to divide on the side |
Of a collective fascinated by suicide |
The sex with broke necks, we are some complex rejects |
Who are molded by the system with some complex effects |
And we vex, that’s why they fear us |
And judge us before they hear us |
And It’s because we summon spirits |
They ain’t never coming near us |
Maniac, monsters — all mad hate on that thinking |
(But they don’t understand) |
About the darker side of life |
Where shadows are home and the world knows our name |
We all are the same here |
So answer the whipser, they’re calling your name |
To welcome you home here tonight |
So answer the whipser, they’re calling your name |
To welcome you home here tonight |
Yeah we got a fetish for that redish fluid, keep us feedin' |
Some got a playlist filled MP3s of bitches screamin' |
Sometimes I fuck with demons, but then I have my reasons |
Like I ain’t sleeping, 'cause they lookin' in my dreams and |
My lyrics in reverse can cast a spell and summon curses |
I pawn straight from hell, that’s why I put them in my verses |
So call me evil but these people, they ain’t got a clue |
A sick connection that I got with everyone of you |
The things I do to you, the things that I can make you do |
I’m only playing but these motherfuckers think it’s true |
Subliminal discriminar like you ain’t got a choice |
Let me take control with just a sound of my voice |
Maniac, monsters — all mad hate on that thinking |
(But they don’t understand) |
I’m on the darker side of light |
Where shadows are home and world knows our name |
We’re all out the same here |
So answer the whipser, they’re calling your name |
To welcome you home here tonight |
So answer the whipser, they’re calling your name |
To welcome you home here tonight |
Blood and guts, bust nuts on dead sluts |
Wrist cuts, out middle fingers, never givin' no fucks |
We them fucking outcasts in caskets |
It’s just us against the world |
We’re unpredictable bastards who have mastered arts |
Of throwing parents in hysterical panics |
Posting paragraphs of hate while popping multiple xanax |
Little frantic, worthless purpose they continue the curses |
Heathens with the grievance and we’re making them nervous |
Maniac, monsters — all mad hate on that thinking |
(But they don’t understand) |
I’m on the darker side of light |
Where shadows are home and world knows our name |
We’re all out the same here |
So answer the whipser, they’re calling your name |
To welcome you home here tonight |
So answer the whipser, they’re calling your name |
To welcome you home here tonight (7x) |