Hyperviolence
Beat me up, you're so tough
Your knuckles feel like rubber ducks
Fuck is up, buttercup
See why I don't give a fuck
Ties are cut, you're a slut
Cause you just love to fuck shit up
Spill the blood, no more love
All of you can suck my nuts
Black light, dead of night
Gunfight, kitchen knife
No life, lord of flies
Bruised thighs, get me high
Hearse ride, end of line
Brain fried, tell me why
Close your eyes, turn to ice
Say hello to Jesus Christ
Hyperviolence
Run 'round, no matter where you hide, bitch, Imma find out
Duck down, bullets spray like rain, you better hit the ground
Red blouse, caught your pussy ass, tag, you're dead now
Sup clown, who the fuck is laughing now
Violent arms, scarred from all the thoughts in my
Violent heart, dark like all the words in my
Violent art, carved by all the cuts in my
Violent arms, scarred from all the thoughts in my
Violent heart, dark like all the words in my
Violent art, carved by a familiar knife
It's spilled a million lives
To fill the ink for my
Violent art
Listen to my violent art
My life's a fucking tragedy, and you all wrote the script
But I don't want your sympathy, you're all just full of shit
I hope you're dressed for hell 'cause when I pull up to your crib
I'm gonna kill myself and every single person in that bitch
I won't do this anymore
Won't suffer like before
Cause this is where it ends
Your knuckles feel like rubber ducks
Fuck is up, buttercup
See why I don't give a fuck
Ties are cut, you're a slut
Cause you just love to fuck shit up
Spill the blood, no more love
All of you can suck my nuts
Black light, dead of night
Gunfight, kitchen knife
No life, lord of flies
Bruised thighs, get me high
Hearse ride, end of line
Brain fried, tell me why
Close your eyes, turn to ice
Say hello to Jesus Christ
Hyperviolence
Run 'round, no matter where you hide, bitch, Imma find out
Duck down, bullets spray like rain, you better hit the ground
Red blouse, caught your pussy ass, tag, you're dead now
Sup clown, who the fuck is laughing now
Violent arms, scarred from all the thoughts in my
Violent heart, dark like all the words in my
Violent art, carved by all the cuts in my
Violent arms, scarred from all the thoughts in my
Violent heart, dark like all the words in my
Violent art, carved by a familiar knife
It's spilled a million lives
To fill the ink for my
Violent art
Listen to my violent art
My life's a fucking tragedy, and you all wrote the script
But I don't want your sympathy, you're all just full of shit
I hope you're dressed for hell 'cause when I pull up to your crib
I'm gonna kill myself and every single person in that bitch
I won't do this anymore
Won't suffer like before
Cause this is where it ends
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Writer(s): Gustavo Hernandez
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