Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Destroy Everything, artist - Slaine. Date of issue: 18.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Destroy Everything |
| It’s been a long time I’m killing, but I’m still in this mess |
| Lives have been stained from the devil, my children are blessed |
| Stages rocked globally, all my mics have been scorched |
| They quoted me on corners, hung me like I’m Christ on the cross |
| Crisp dollars in a gambler’s hand, dice have been tossed |
| Dreams found but my life and my wife has been lost |
| Music packaged up with packages of smack, crack, and ecstasy pills |
| Wrapped in plastic, kids who next to me killed |
| Spoke the truth to the youth, it was truly seen |
| I went from beat tapes to street dreams to bein' seen on movie screens |
| You saw how it started, ain’t watched me ever lose shit |
| My words run around the planet with the revolution |
| A sinner on the sidewalk, product and narcotics |
| Every time that I talk, I got it |
| I’m psychotic with the pad 'n a pen |
| It’s too good to kick the habit so I’m at it again |
| It’s the devil back in the flesh, destroy everything |
| Pocket full of metal and a set of horns, that’s all |
| He still rising with no skies, that’s all |
| He walk around like he never left |
| Back in the flesh, destroy everything |
| Back in the flesh, destroy everything |
| Back in the flesh, destroy everything |
| So what does a man think in his head when he’s king? |
| Yeah, tits in bras and lit cigars |
| Twisted bars from a misfit that spits shit hard |
| Sadistic fits while I twitch, it’s a glitch I got |
| Is it a sickness or a tick |
| Curse or gift? |
| Take ya pick |
| I bit the rotten apple, shackled to this vicious art |
| Fuck love, I suck blood from a bitch’s heart |
| I shared a bomb with my listeners |
| Cause I was on a mission since my mixtapes |
| When I came to piss on the mainstream |
| White Man Is A Devil Volume one |
| Smoke dust, did 8 balls and brawl for fun |
| Beat the system and the odds, put it all in one |
| Try to play me, DOA me but they all were done! |
| I got my city behind me, I got my team bigger |
| My operation’ll blow you to smithereens quicker |
| I show these kids where I live, how to dream bigger |
| Never see my legacy, forever an obscene figure |
| Whispers bout my lifestyle and offensive rumors |
| Are like extensive tumors, so I gotta keep a sense of humor |
| I represent it worldwide with demented music |
| Find a drug, do a drug, then abuse it |
| Blue and red lights flash in my glass from lieutenants crusing |
| I’m too slick for 'em, I’ma menace moving |
| Since I came in this game I still been improving |
| With this bank of mine I’m Frankenstein with the ten inch screws in |
| In silence, I’m louder than a foul pitcher |
| Style a wild mixture of powder and hard liquor |
| So when the drunk drive his whip, I’m hard as the car hits ya |
| And why does the victim smile like he’s proud of this Bar Mitzvah? |
| The whole world’s still shrouded in mystery |
| Brain still deranged, so I’m out of my shit, b |
| Felt the skies swell and clouds crowded against me |
| But emerged from the curve so I’m proud of my history |