NIGHT of the RAMPAGE (feat. AverageJoe)
City flashing breaking backs I'm off his pill again
Dizzy crashes stop his actions breathing in his sins
Wash his hands off dust the blazer with his swollen arms
Crippled boy fancy body burns a crumbled pulp
Fractured mind, joints bones corpse slumped in still
Shattered hindsight sell his skills to to kill achilles heel
He opens doors for the people who opens doors
Put the people who opens doors
Be the pills who would run his course
Child enveloped him deeper this city's smoke and smog
Pushing out his lungs left him wheezing up on his other side
Concrete cancer sprout it's roots attack his nervous system
Watch it's cells sell its self his only homegrown righteous wisdom
It's all a myth the pills be saying take us with you
Crippled boy crippled boy oh how you don't know what's within
You don't need saving
You don't need shit
Lambs to the slaughter the profit of pillaged lives
Light up be the followed path for bullets lit this night
Belly of the carcass he's coughing his own truth
Holding out his new weapon designed to haunt you
I've been building bridges just to fucking burn em down
Let em drown imma come back around swinging
Little things start the kitty might pounce
Mispronounce the name and you're straight in the grey book
Looking like you don't know what to do next break
Next rip checks civil unrest is the preset
Popping pills when you're upset on the sesh
Going west till you're exxed still thinking next I'm
Influenced by the influenza
Staying inside wake me up when September ends
Little bit of green everyday the same trends
Got your friends telling you "You should just switch genre"
Too much drama you're a goner if you wanna stop
Smoke some pot draw some rot and just carry on
Off you trot go to god or just get a job
Do what you want have fun I couldn't give a fuck
Lambs to the slaughter the profit of pillaged lives
Light up be the followed path for bullets lit this night
Belly of the carcass he's coughing his own truth
Holding out his new weapon designed to haunt you
Lambs to the slaughter the profit of pillaged lives
Light up be the followed path for bullets lit this night
Belly of the carcass he's coughing his own truth
Holding out his new weapon designed to haunt you
Dizzy crashes stop his actions breathing in his sins
Wash his hands off dust the blazer with his swollen arms
Crippled boy fancy body burns a crumbled pulp
Fractured mind, joints bones corpse slumped in still
Shattered hindsight sell his skills to to kill achilles heel
He opens doors for the people who opens doors
Put the people who opens doors
Be the pills who would run his course
Child enveloped him deeper this city's smoke and smog
Pushing out his lungs left him wheezing up on his other side
Concrete cancer sprout it's roots attack his nervous system
Watch it's cells sell its self his only homegrown righteous wisdom
It's all a myth the pills be saying take us with you
Crippled boy crippled boy oh how you don't know what's within
You don't need saving
You don't need shit
Lambs to the slaughter the profit of pillaged lives
Light up be the followed path for bullets lit this night
Belly of the carcass he's coughing his own truth
Holding out his new weapon designed to haunt you
I've been building bridges just to fucking burn em down
Let em drown imma come back around swinging
Little things start the kitty might pounce
Mispronounce the name and you're straight in the grey book
Looking like you don't know what to do next break
Next rip checks civil unrest is the preset
Popping pills when you're upset on the sesh
Going west till you're exxed still thinking next I'm
Influenced by the influenza
Staying inside wake me up when September ends
Little bit of green everyday the same trends
Got your friends telling you "You should just switch genre"
Too much drama you're a goner if you wanna stop
Smoke some pot draw some rot and just carry on
Off you trot go to god or just get a job
Do what you want have fun I couldn't give a fuck
Lambs to the slaughter the profit of pillaged lives
Light up be the followed path for bullets lit this night
Belly of the carcass he's coughing his own truth
Holding out his new weapon designed to haunt you
Lambs to the slaughter the profit of pillaged lives
Light up be the followed path for bullets lit this night
Belly of the carcass he's coughing his own truth
Holding out his new weapon designed to haunt you
Credits
Writer(s): Mk Ultra
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