[Verse 1: Mac Lethal]
Now in my mothafuckin' heart I got a lot of real love, but my brain's unstable
I just wanna wish death onto major labels
I just wanna wish death onto basic cable
And the fuckin' radio station too fake to play true shit
Real music kill the industry, body bag it with blue lips
Ohh shit, drop the casket in tulips
Two clips pop attacking you move quick! Woo!
Gotta warm it up I'm guessing
'Cause I'm flowing like I'm stepping with an AK-47
Semi-automatic, MAC-11 weapon and eleven methods
Of making medicine out of madness in a session
Man my vocal chords are bleeding 'cause I'm rapping with aggressiveness
It doesn't matter if I'm hoarse I'm practically a Pegasus
You're looking at a lunatic, I'm bigger and sicker
And every time I fucking pick up the liquor, I'm ripping it quicker
And I don't give a fuck about the gimmick, I'm sick of it
This is the end of it, this isn't intimate
I don't wanna underestimate the fact that I got endless influence
I could prolly make a couple children end up as idiots
All I gotta do is settle an argument with the devil
My heart isn't made of metal
But part of me's just an artist
And part of me is a martyr of marketing at a level
That's arguably incredible, pardon the schizophrenia!
Demons are always talking to me and I fuck 'em often
My feet are up in a coffin, not breathing not fuckin' talking
I need you, I'm fucking stalking you, searching until I find you
I'm LURKING I'm RIGHT BEHIND YOU
I'LL MURDER YOU: ON THE BIBLE
I admit that I'm a little loony
You could prolly stick me in the psycho ward
I'm thinking of leaving the planet earth and flying towards Heaven
Walk in, holding two guns up
Since she's been gone, I ain't ever seen the sun up
Now in my mothafuckin' heart I got a lot of real love, but my brain's unstable
I just wanna wish death onto major labels
I just wanna wish death onto basic cable
And the fuckin' radio station too fake to play true shit
Real music kill the industry, body bag it with blue lips
Ohh shit, drop the casket in tulips
Two clips pop attacking you move quick! Woo!
Gotta warm it up I'm guessing
'Cause I'm flowing like I'm stepping with an AK-47
Semi-automatic, MAC-11 weapon and eleven methods
Of making medicine out of madness in a session
Man my vocal chords are bleeding 'cause I'm rapping with aggressiveness
It doesn't matter if I'm hoarse I'm practically a Pegasus
You're looking at a lunatic, I'm bigger and sicker
And every time I fucking pick up the liquor, I'm ripping it quicker
And I don't give a fuck about the gimmick, I'm sick of it
This is the end of it, this isn't intimate
I don't wanna underestimate the fact that I got endless influence
I could prolly make a couple children end up as idiots
All I gotta do is settle an argument with the devil
My heart isn't made of metal
But part of me's just an artist
And part of me is a martyr of marketing at a level
That's arguably incredible, pardon the schizophrenia!
Demons are always talking to me and I fuck 'em often
My feet are up in a coffin, not breathing not fuckin' talking
I need you, I'm fucking stalking you, searching until I find you
I'm LURKING I'm RIGHT BEHIND YOU
I'LL MURDER YOU: ON THE BIBLE
I admit that I'm a little loony
You could prolly stick me in the psycho ward
I'm thinking of leaving the planet earth and flying towards Heaven
Walk in, holding two guns up
Since she's been gone, I ain't ever seen the sun up
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