last shot (KILL THEM ALL!)
This is your last shot at redemption, make up for it!
Redemption, offer for my soul
That do not mean shit
Experience, tell them bout' shit
That i done seen
They screamin' "kill him!"
Xenitys the top priority
I'm at the ceiling
I know i'm a problem so i had to vent
They cannot comprehend the things i've seen
Don't understand the shit i say
And i'm a man of god
But i slaughter shit anyways
I try to fuck the game
I turn that bitch sideways
I couldn't have it my way
So i shaped the game into my ways
Pause bitch, I'm not insane
Xenitys has lost it
I'm toxic, screaming to my friends to stay cautious
Put me in a coffin
End dead, burn on the crosses
Indefinite mortal sin that I've claimed
I am not the same
Since the fuckin' days since that i've released
Up on the three-six
It's only been three months since i have changed
I don't believe it
I kill just like it's treason
Told the ashes, i don't fuckin' need em
I'm a walking prophet
I'm a needle in the haystack
In my mind, i'm on top of the game
But i still claim i'm bad
Hang me on the cross
I'm a walking prophet, a work of art
And every time i write
Fire come out my palms like tony starks
And everyone i see around me
Always seem to flop
And i'm not saying that i'm different
But i hope to make it in the name of god
And repent to evil
Even though i sound as I'm evil
Text my ex and told her
"peace, I'm focused on my greed"
She pretty pissed
And i done lost a friend after six years
But i don't see the diff
Redemption, offer for my soul
That do not mean shit
Experience, tell them bout' shit
That i done seen
They screamin' "kill him!"
Xenitys the top priority
I'm at the ceiling
I know i'm a problem so i had to vent
They cannot comprehend the things i've seen
Don't understand the shit i say
And i'm a man of god
But i slaughter shit anyways
I try to fuck the game
I turn that bitch sideways
I couldn't have it my way
So i shaped the game into my ways
Pause bitch, I'm not insane
Xenitys has lost it
I'm toxic, screaming to my friends to stay cautious
Put me in a coffin
End dead, burn on the crosses
Indefinite mortal sin that I've claimed
I am not the same
Since the fuckin' days since that i've released
Up on the three-six
It's only been three months since i have changed
I don't believe it
I kill just like it's treason
Told the ashes, i don't fuckin' need em
I'm a walking prophet
I'm a needle in the haystack
In my mind, i'm on top of the game
But i still claim i'm bad
Hang me on the cross
I'm a walking prophet, a work of art
And every time i write
Fire come out my palms like tony starks
And everyone i see around me
Always seem to flop
And i'm not saying that i'm different
But i hope to make it in the name of god
And repent to evil
Even though i sound as I'm evil
Text my ex and told her
"peace, I'm focused on my greed"
She pretty pissed
And i done lost a friend after six years
But i don't see the diff
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