Texty
Wrote myself a hit list.
Started with the snitches.
Naughty kids, no Christmas.
Have you like “fuck is this?”
Pages in my death note got more ink than my throat does.
Now that I'm a death god.
They all show me fake love to my face .
What you say?
Fake love .
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Never thought I'd see the day.
Never thought I'd get to say.
All the shit that's on my chest .
I'll expose you today
These Hoes Ain't Loyal.
Never gonna learn .
Watch ‘em all burn
These Hoes Ain't Loyal.
Never gonna learn .
Watch ‘em all burn
I scream to free my demons , watching them leave as I scream aloud how I feel .
Holding on to who I am, not who I use to be .
There is no cure for a snitch.
We gon burn em all alive mother fucker
WITCH! WITCH! DEATH TO THE WITCH!
Show me what her head looks like on a stick.
(Burn them all. Feed the fire their skin)
All the hoods I lived in
Dont fuck with no snitching.
Those who did went missin’
We fed ‘em to the Lich King.
Which king? The Liche King.
Don't think god is listening
Riders on the storm, better watch out when you hitching a ride.
He won't leave you alive
No extra lives , no Aku Aku's .
Drawing on the wall again
Lookin for a way to keep you lookin for a way
OUT !
Never gonna learn .
Watch ‘em all burn
I scream to free my demons , watchin them leave as I scream aloud how I feel .
Holding on to who I am . Not who I use to be.
Are you gonna bark all day little doggie, or are you gonna bite?
You're 5'9 and I'm 6'2
If I hit you, that’s just rude
I'm bigger than you , you know that dude
Look at me, and look at you
Be thankful I never did
If I ever had then you'd be dead
When I see ya next I won't dig your grave
But no promises I won't spit in your face.
Yo Benny turn it up
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( Yeah , yeah . Show the people what you’ve got Benny . Keep smoking those strings like ya smokin’ a joint )
I scream to free my demons, watching them leave as I scream aloud how I feel.
Holding on to who I am, not who I use to be.
What you say?
Fake love .
Never thought I'd see the day.
Never thought I'd get to say.
All the shit that’s on my chest, I’ll expose you today.
Written by: Alistair Ehmke, Benny Ehmke, Jacob Pedersen, Nic Courtney
