Lyrics God is Dead - Sinizter

God is Dead

«Wither is god he cried…
I shall tell you…
We, have killed him…
You and I…»
Life is a meaningless nightmare
Under yo bed I be right here
Runnin' my fade I don’t fight fair, been with the shit’s no emotion I don’t care
Nihilistic point of view but I ain’t no Neitzche
Smith & Wesson in my pocket when I meet ya
Better on my own that’s why I ain’t got no features
Subliminal verse when I’m talkin' my shit that’s my mystique, yuh
Shoot for the face and I bury him
Under the floor won’t remember him
Fuck on his bitch and I married her, fuck it i’m jokin' i’m fuckin' and leavin'
her
Draco on my hip i’m lookin' like a Soviet
Might be kinda violent guess that’s what the Army did
See that Gucci on my feet you know i’m livin' it
Choppa gon' lay down the scunion they runnin' and yellin' «holy shit!»
Ima…
Talk…
My…
Shit…
You just…
Jealous…
You a…
Bitch…
Life is a meaningless nightmare
Under yo bed I be right here
Runnin' my fade I don’t fight fair, been with the shit’s no emotion I don’t care
Nihilistic point of view but I ain’t no Neitzche
Smith & Wesson in my pocket when I meet ya
Better on my own that’s why I ain’t got no features
Subliminal verse when I’m talkin' my shit that’s my mystique, yuh