Rage

Seize from existence
I've got no damn patience
Like cuts on wrists
Look like scars from a razor

So please just get away
I don't wana have to talk
You gotta get up out my way
I've got the hounds right on their way
Like...

Bang out the range
You know best not to fuck with me
I'll chase you round and cut your head right off so please consider me
A tornado with gators
A tortuous ghetto
Lake placid but more sinful
Consider the baggage
You know that I've got it bitch

Stop and drop I've got the dragons
They gon' burn you all to ashes
To my left I've got the black sheep
To my right I've got the damned thieves

So be careful how you step
You are disrupting all of the damned
I am the leader of all of the damned
You don't wanna have to feel my rage cuz'

I am not an angel I'm a motherfucking demon
Sold my soul straight to the devil
Now I'm lookin' like a heathen
Don't have plans to go to heaven
I just have no fuckin' reason
If you cut I won't be bleeding
Something you just won't believe in

Something you just won't believe in
I'm the hottest of the season
But I'm a contradiction
Cuz' my heart is so damn freezin'

Now come and take this lesson
I'm bout a first impression
I'll stop all my aggression
If you come to me respectin'

Cuz' I'm a force of nature
With a higher nomenclature
These bars will hit like razors
My demeanor is not a wager

I'll deem you as failure
I'm watching your behavior
And if it's getting out of line
I'll turn you into vapor

From the triple six to the 915
I'll burn you all until I die
Now I don't have to realize
Of all this pain I'll equalize
Now I'll just sit and harmonize
From all your deaths I'll fantasize
I want your bodies brutalized
And you'll just suffer agonize

I am not an angel I'm a motherfucking demon
Sold my soul straight to the devil
Now I'm lookin' like a heathen
Don't have plans to go to heaven
I just have no fuckin' reason
If you cut I won't be bleeding
Something you just won't believe in



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Montes
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