FOR WHEN THE APOCALYPSE BEGINS
Jesus Christ, on ice with my wrist sliced
Paralyzed in a toxic paradise
Poltergeist on the rise with the black eyes
Say good night as I sing these lullabies
Rotting in the graveyard, cold heart
Got thoughts like a junkyard, deep scars
Popping xanny bars, overdose in the back of the Jaguar
Now I crash and burn, call me nascar
Got my head spinning like a fucking tire
Fuck a god, yeah, I'm your messiah
Fuck a crown of thorns, yeah, barbwire
Fuck the Dalai Lama, I'll send you to nirvana
Got a stack on the dashboard
Yeah that shit you can't afford
Stuck in my thoughts in the psych ward
Pull up to the lord with a sharp sword, hoe
It's a wet season, cause I'm bringing the rain
I'm a morbid motherfucker bringing heaps of pain
I'm insane no refrain while I feast on your brain
In this life you a stain, normal life I can't contain
People use to laugh at me now they gasp at me
When I pull up to their crib with a mask and blast happy
Can't grasp reality, losing all my sanity
No faith in humanity screaming all this blasphemy
Fuck unlocking the door I got a hammer for that
Glocks, hollow cases, hit the floor we packing MACs
One punch man, straight jab, dead with a toe tag
Tommy got the body bag
I ain't mentally well my head wasn't tight enough
The teachers used to say that I wasn't bright enough
You're now listening to a young deranged psychopath
You think Michael Meyers ain't real I'm the one behind the mask
Paralyzed in a toxic paradise
Poltergeist on the rise with the black eyes
Say good night as I sing these lullabies
Rotting in the graveyard, cold heart
Got thoughts like a junkyard, deep scars
Popping xanny bars, overdose in the back of the Jaguar
Now I crash and burn, call me nascar
Got my head spinning like a fucking tire
Fuck a god, yeah, I'm your messiah
Fuck a crown of thorns, yeah, barbwire
Fuck the Dalai Lama, I'll send you to nirvana
Got a stack on the dashboard
Yeah that shit you can't afford
Stuck in my thoughts in the psych ward
Pull up to the lord with a sharp sword, hoe
It's a wet season, cause I'm bringing the rain
I'm a morbid motherfucker bringing heaps of pain
I'm insane no refrain while I feast on your brain
In this life you a stain, normal life I can't contain
People use to laugh at me now they gasp at me
When I pull up to their crib with a mask and blast happy
Can't grasp reality, losing all my sanity
No faith in humanity screaming all this blasphemy
Fuck unlocking the door I got a hammer for that
Glocks, hollow cases, hit the floor we packing MACs
One punch man, straight jab, dead with a toe tag
Tommy got the body bag
I ain't mentally well my head wasn't tight enough
The teachers used to say that I wasn't bright enough
You're now listening to a young deranged psychopath
You think Michael Meyers ain't real I'm the one behind the mask
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Writer(s): Eric Laurent
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