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Lyrics: VECT, Produced: VECT & Vampirocore
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February 24, 2021
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MP3 13.0 MB • 320 kbps • 5:16
Lyrics
(Chorus)
the unknown in the abyss has ya paralyzed
eyes of terror have you terrorized
I just have no cares in mind
when the sights are on you prepare to die
Snatch you as you're coming out your house
muffle your screams bash your mouth take ya down like the south
thinking you were tough shit now you're excrement
say your last words they're death sentences
feeling erratic finger to the trigger of the automatic causing panic
dripping tears full of madness
stuff your exhaust & the gag in your mouth
set a fire to you so big it lights your whole town
you drove by talking shit but don't wanna fight now
gun shoved into your throat to put your lights out
paths you don't cross or pay extreme cost
though there's blood everywhere THAT was a clean shot
kidnapped Meghan Trainor now she's all about that bass-ment
12 gauge ate her face blood on mine I'm complacent
you need to be butchered like Elvis impersonators
eyes light up crush you like terminator
I wanna see you end like American Idol
the moon's voice in my head ocean waves turn tidal
play with dark minds is like driving with the lights off
get the ride on & the homicide on
in the night I walk around alone darkest apparition
subtract some of these cowards & that's my new addition
waking up with a severed head of a horse in your bed
I'ma giant tarantula eyes staring you dead
the horror horrific & pushed to the limits impending last minutes when thinking you're finished like terminal sickness & ripped by the wicked you hope with a quickness like you're on a hit list
real shit not the Matrix or Morpheus
unfold the dystopian buried in scorpions
f.e.a.r. fuck everything and run
...but you were dead before the touch
(Chorus)
Create & bring alive what's in my mind & start fires
trapping you with barbed wire sudden death Bud Dwyer
I want more silence in the world I stifle people down rifle off the rounds splitting pieces to the ground
I'm always ready for the hearse know that & rehearse it
throwing verses like I'm throwing curses
I consume & kill ego, like a burrito
with a side of Doritos, Cheetos & some Fritos
messy scene aint gonna be neato watch & see though
then I'll scratch you off my shit list like Keno
use you like a tissue then get wiped & rip you
the rodents & insects get lost within you
it's triple W like internet, World Wide Wickedness
riding in a '53, coupe Devillain including me
heard ya talk it let's see ya walk it
& like that sign said you should stop bitch
the demons leave ya screaming helpless in your defense
as you yearn & pray for death & the suffering to end should of stayed the fuck out of my way
other then that I had nothing to say
gotta put 1 in you like a hot model
with no point to prove 'cause all of 'em are hollow
Masque Of The Red Death Black Cats Tell Tale Hearts, Purloined Letter tear your soul apart
your Premature Burial From The Murders Of Rue Morgue
4 Beasts In 1, yep a new corpse
my girl is the worst brat, call it Brat-worst
she says BRRRRRAT, then it's that hearse
mail you out, 'cause you're now, put in a box
swish motherfucker I put in the shot
...Gang signs look like shadow puppets...
...Yeah...most people can't afford a lawyer, that's why we buy guns instead...I figured there could be a flag for retarded crybaby soar losers, then I remembered the confederate flag already exists...Shit, it'd be nice to see people drop their phones as much as they drop microphones...I don't need to make friends when I have all these multiple personalities...
