| I be that fucked lunatic, ten shots in the pig |
| I don’t give a fuck about the way you’re feeling, I might kick |
| Drop, pop in the ditch, guts out of the bitch |
| All the vomit on the surface, I could burn you like a witch |
| Don’t fuck with the man, just stop and obey |
| Got the violence, I’m the guidance, I’m the bug up in your brain |
| Cunt’s up in the frame, time’s up for the play |
| Bet you’ll end up in a coffin, bitch, you’re motherfucking plague |
| Break off, don’t you believe? |
| These thoughts, they lie |
| Shake off, fuck this feeling |
| Now you deny |
| Cut throat, skin, the peeling |
| You’re killed inside |
| Death row, start the killing |
| And you’re so fine |
| Yah, I’m running for the fool, I’m a goon, check your back |
| It’s a motherfucking nuke, a bazooka, the jack |
| And I’m coming with that doom at the noon, catch a breath |
| You can never get the ghoul, I put the suckers in a bag |
| I’ll make that fucking neck snap, pussy, make a next step |
| Pulled up with the cuffer, bitch, you gave up, and I guessed that |
| Oh, you gonna get stabbed, bodies, I’ma get stacked |
| All the fucking need to feed the burning never gets fed |
| (Sicker everyday) |
| What these shadows want from me? I am all about a greed |
| I can be your destiny (Don't you know?) |
| I think Satan’s calling me, ten deep voices, and they’re mean |
| Is he faking, is it dream? (Sicker everyday) |
| What these shadows want from me? I am all about a greed |
| I can be your destiny (Don't you know?) |
| I think Satan’s calling me, ten deep voices, and they’re mean |
| Is he faking, is it dream? (Sicker everyday) |