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Genre
Charts
Peak #285
Peak in subgenre #44
Author
VECT
Rights
Yes
Uploaded
August 25, 2022
Track Files
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MP3 7.2 MB • 320 kbps • 2:42
Lyrics
07. Corpse Paint
many thoughts I have are the darkest artist
so fucking dark I mean I seem heartless
fuck & feast a carcass blunts heavy sparking
you steady barking your head I'm steady marking
you becoming prey you turning me to hate
& when you do that it means a burden's made
heart in this instrumental it's that heart beat
fork & knife in hands if you start beef
that's my bread & butter you fuckin' wit
I put the fun in funeral & I'ma have some fun with it *
sheit, me & my lupine mate all you see is dark sides*
howls from these wolves like some war cries
shit in my mind is coming to life like I'm doing acid*
my villains got hot biscuits straight out the basket
only freaks understand my ways like Cirque De Soleil
staring at blood streams I cannot ignore mane
I'm a dead man walking that's why I wear corpse paint
Eastern Ave, Eastern Ave Las Vegas for sure mane
pen is mightier than the sword murder was all I wrote
that's why I grabbed your head & stabbed my story into your throat *
we are alligators we chomp at allegations
I don't jump to conclusions, conclusions jump to me
My truth is so ugly why you wanna fuck wit me? Why you wanna fuck wit me?
conclusions jump to me
I was on the edge of sanity til I fell IN
bash your face in then slash like Jason
most need to shut their fucking mouths I don't need to hear it
like a dis to my appearance will leave you disappearing
man I'm bananas & my banana split
go hard with a crowbar as I slam & hit
I been causing accidents from an emotional mess
didn't see it clearly til I was holding your neck
I don't raise hell ‘cause hell raised me
bad nerves on the trigger finger itch like scabies
I'm off the wall like a padded 1
hunt for me better grab a gun
street style like a hobo
punk bastards don't know though
who's got the meaner burn when I make the sun set with a scowl
devoured like a meal stomach upset with a growl
it turns red like my eyes a sign of "fuck you!"
I write in the Art Of War like Sun Tzu
fist to fist wit cha dig a ditch wit cha (break voice)
only at your wake will you get the big picture
fangs out like razors
stalking you like gators
it'll be sooner than later
get discontinued like pagers
S.I.D.R.O.E. you goddamn bitches, S.I.D.R.O.E. 2013 on ya ass....
