Killing Joke
The hand I was dealt really made my life hard
Making fun of my past is how I toughen my scars
But I'm the killing joke, you can die for pulling my card
Living like I'm boxed in, so I'm always on guard
Superstitious, don't judge the concepts I believe
My loved ones might be buried, but they're living through me
I'm the shadow of von and the ghost of Sheree
Three souls, one body, you diss one, you diss one
When this shit gets graphic, I'm the one who to blame
For each person involved, his whole fam gets framed
Like I don't know how to pronounce, I ain't saying no names
And everybody is a target, so I'm always in range
Put my blessings on the line, when I side with the demons
Say Christians are judgmental, but I slide with the heathens
Ask why, when I catch you, you and God got a meeting
Tryna catch two pussies in same month, leave em bleeding
Used to wanna wear a cape, but I relate to the villains
Not a role model, what I believe, can poison the children
Disconnected from myself, I can't feel my feelings
My wounds dried out on me, can't even tell if I'm healing
Sharing pain with the crowd, through the clip, I'm grieving
Killing always season, no pork, it's beef i'm eating
Checking temps, pop up on you, like I'm fixing the heating
I told you I play for keeps, be on point, if you competing
To those who ran off, yea I took that loss
It's in my head, rent free, but y'all paying that cost
Hope it's well received, they catching everything I toss
Not as tolerant as Jesus, can't bare that cross
I'm not sure about my heart, so I let my people judge
I'm far from pure, but I swear, I'm full of love
A starve myself, to make sure you can grub
No need to throw me a bone, cuz imma get out the mud
Sad to see my lil homie, dissolve with the pills
I know he does it to hisself, but its against his will
He's sixteen, he understands, that addiction can kill
I say prayer for him, then it's knowledge, I instill
The hand I was dealt really made my life hard.
Making fun of my past is how I toughen my scars
But I'm the killing joke, you can die for pulling my card
Living like I'm boxed in, so I'm always on guard
Making fun of my past is how I toughen my scars
But I'm the killing joke, you can die for pulling my card
Living like I'm boxed in, so I'm always on guard
Superstitious, don't judge the concepts I believe
My loved ones might be buried, but they're living through me
I'm the shadow of von and the ghost of Sheree
Three souls, one body, you diss one, you diss one
When this shit gets graphic, I'm the one who to blame
For each person involved, his whole fam gets framed
Like I don't know how to pronounce, I ain't saying no names
And everybody is a target, so I'm always in range
Put my blessings on the line, when I side with the demons
Say Christians are judgmental, but I slide with the heathens
Ask why, when I catch you, you and God got a meeting
Tryna catch two pussies in same month, leave em bleeding
Used to wanna wear a cape, but I relate to the villains
Not a role model, what I believe, can poison the children
Disconnected from myself, I can't feel my feelings
My wounds dried out on me, can't even tell if I'm healing
Sharing pain with the crowd, through the clip, I'm grieving
Killing always season, no pork, it's beef i'm eating
Checking temps, pop up on you, like I'm fixing the heating
I told you I play for keeps, be on point, if you competing
To those who ran off, yea I took that loss
It's in my head, rent free, but y'all paying that cost
Hope it's well received, they catching everything I toss
Not as tolerant as Jesus, can't bare that cross
I'm not sure about my heart, so I let my people judge
I'm far from pure, but I swear, I'm full of love
A starve myself, to make sure you can grub
No need to throw me a bone, cuz imma get out the mud
Sad to see my lil homie, dissolve with the pills
I know he does it to hisself, but its against his will
He's sixteen, he understands, that addiction can kill
I say prayer for him, then it's knowledge, I instill
The hand I was dealt really made my life hard.
Making fun of my past is how I toughen my scars
But I'm the killing joke, you can die for pulling my card
Living like I'm boxed in, so I'm always on guard
Credits
Writer(s): Terrin Ferguson
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