If Violence Were Truly an Act I'd Be the Lead (feat. Noaah)
They don't teach no classes
I'm passin' away
So I guess I'm moving on
Murder the masses
Fuckin' tragic
When I set that Uzi off
Plastic I'm plastic
I just panic
When I'm walkin' through the halls
Wish I could vanish
So dramatic
Can't get it through to y'all
I just want destruction
I'ma watch it burnin'
Past the point of no returnin'
Where you find me fuckin' swervin'
On these bitches I'm concernin'
Consider me that vermin
All these people I've been hurtin'
I guess nothin' is for certain in this life
(Life)
Turnin' in my grave
It's eternal with that knife
I be sleepin' through the day
I be servin' through the night
(Night)
Perfect far away
But I'm workin' till it's right
Stay the fuck up out my face
Unless you lookin' for a fight
End my life, I fuckin' might
End my life, I fuckin' might
End my life, I fuckin' might
End my life, I fuckin' might
End my life, I fuckin' might
End my life, I fuckin' might
End my life, I fuckin' might
Creepin' through your city
You might spot a bitch at night
Hear my bones, I'm in the homes
of pussies outta sight
Glock in my waist
Skeleton Bitch, I'm bright
I came from the grave
Just to kill you all in spite
Don't speak my name
Cause I got nines and I ain't scared to tote
I put you on your knees and cock it back
Cause murder all she wrote
I cause a tragic scene and then I dip and kill again
I'ma find you when you least expect
And bash your skull right in
(Right in)
(Right)
I'm passin' away
So I guess I'm moving on
Murder the masses
Fuckin' tragic
When I set that Uzi off
Plastic I'm plastic
I just panic
When I'm walkin' through the halls
Wish I could vanish
So dramatic
Can't get it through to y'all
I just want destruction
I'ma watch it burnin'
Past the point of no returnin'
Where you find me fuckin' swervin'
On these bitches I'm concernin'
Consider me that vermin
All these people I've been hurtin'
I guess nothin' is for certain in this life
(Life)
Turnin' in my grave
It's eternal with that knife
I be sleepin' through the day
I be servin' through the night
(Night)
Perfect far away
But I'm workin' till it's right
Stay the fuck up out my face
Unless you lookin' for a fight
End my life, I fuckin' might
End my life, I fuckin' might
End my life, I fuckin' might
End my life, I fuckin' might
End my life, I fuckin' might
End my life, I fuckin' might
End my life, I fuckin' might
Creepin' through your city
You might spot a bitch at night
Hear my bones, I'm in the homes
of pussies outta sight
Glock in my waist
Skeleton Bitch, I'm bright
I came from the grave
Just to kill you all in spite
Don't speak my name
Cause I got nines and I ain't scared to tote
I put you on your knees and cock it back
Cause murder all she wrote
I cause a tragic scene and then I dip and kill again
I'ma find you when you least expect
And bash your skull right in
(Right in)
(Right)
Credits
Writer(s): Lukas Sisemore
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