Based and Blackpilled
These things that I once felt, I now repudiate
Shatter the crystal gates embraced with iron grace
Ascend to improve myself, laughing as you fail
I am the lord of lies spreading both scorn and strife
Feel you not the flames
We are the motherfuckers saturating the airwaves with a different strain
Of modern man we are the bane
Understanding your pending doom at the hands of pain
The pressure prolapses your brain
Well sometimes we all feel a little deranged
When I'll be done with you, you'll never feel sane, ever again
Switchblade evisceration, be prepared bitch we undertake the operation
Stitch a fat smile on my face the whole duration
We bout the same height so you know you'll feel the tension
You know you'd make a nice coat, wear you at my show and make the crowd roar,
Real gore
Fuckin' on your bitch she wants an encore
Legs sore
Bro ain't got no Glock I have a steel sword
I'll go medieval on what remains of your frail corpse
Yea, put a bitch in a ditch, exploit you if you rich
Put some holes in a snitch, propulse you in the abyss
Propensity to destroy everything that is, we are them nihilists
Children of the eclipse
The agony and the bliss guiding the blade to your wrists
So good to finally see fear in these eyes I missed
These things that I once felt, I now repudiate
Shatter the crystal gates embraced with iron grace
Ascend to improve myself, laughing as you fail
I am the lord of lies spreading both scorn and strife
Shatter the crystal gates embraced with iron grace
Ascend to improve myself, laughing as you fail
I am the lord of lies spreading both scorn and strife
Feel you not the flames
We are the motherfuckers saturating the airwaves with a different strain
Of modern man we are the bane
Understanding your pending doom at the hands of pain
The pressure prolapses your brain
Well sometimes we all feel a little deranged
When I'll be done with you, you'll never feel sane, ever again
Switchblade evisceration, be prepared bitch we undertake the operation
Stitch a fat smile on my face the whole duration
We bout the same height so you know you'll feel the tension
You know you'd make a nice coat, wear you at my show and make the crowd roar,
Real gore
Fuckin' on your bitch she wants an encore
Legs sore
Bro ain't got no Glock I have a steel sword
I'll go medieval on what remains of your frail corpse
Yea, put a bitch in a ditch, exploit you if you rich
Put some holes in a snitch, propulse you in the abyss
Propensity to destroy everything that is, we are them nihilists
Children of the eclipse
The agony and the bliss guiding the blade to your wrists
So good to finally see fear in these eyes I missed
These things that I once felt, I now repudiate
Shatter the crystal gates embraced with iron grace
Ascend to improve myself, laughing as you fail
I am the lord of lies spreading both scorn and strife
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Writer(s): Jacques B
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