EAT THE RUDE (feat. fervent fae)
I've been locked up
I've been held down
Alone with my thoughts
I just fend for myself
Because of you, I've got a taste for blood
And the time has come to just eat the rude
Nevermind, nevermind
You're finding a purpose in life
You'll never find, never find
An aura as potent as mine
You try to climb, try to climb
But you never find your way out
Your liver's on top of the stereo
Do it be working or not
I got the advance, got the advance
Now I be thinking bout all of my plans
Tryna get in, into your ribcage
And peel off your skin
Buffalo Bill
Bitch in the back
Beat up that ass
All of these bullets won't fit in the mag
Hah, pussy nigga
That was a mad salute
Never waiting, I be thinking bout absolutes
These women, they love me
They show up in pairs, in twos
If these bitches law
Then I'm fuckin' and bending the rules
Was young, I had me some dreams
'Bout eating the rude
They never gon' get me
They never gon' see from my shoes
I'm taking it back
From heads to shoulders to tooth
They never gon' find you
Cause you are the one I consume
I've been locked up
I've been held down
Alone with my thoughts
I just fend for myself
Because of you, I've got a taste for blood
And the time has come to just eat the rude
They wanting a noose on my neck
They wanting a mask on my face
They wanna come silence me out
They wanna come eat off my plate
I'm finding out about they plot
Now I'ma lay 'em to waste
I don't want none of your applause
Driving your car in the late
And now it's a chase
Run through the woods
I'm holding your fate in the palm of my hand
Dressed like I'm Lecter
I'm making it look like an accident
You know I'm malevolent
I'm chopping up all your lambs
I'm eating 'em one at a time, bitch
Wait
You thought I was finished
Yeah, I got a main course ready
But I gotta go and get all my dishes
You never gon' know who you fucking with
Till they gon' put you in stitches
And that leave me vitalized
Leave it to your surprise
Bloody tears in my eyes
Do we leave the guts in or guts out
Just talk to me straight
You can't decide, well must I
Lemme just think
We got some time for you to bleed out
Need me some salt
I be in the kitchen
Just give me a shout
I've been locked up
I've been held down
Alone with my thoughts
I just fend for myself
Because of you, I've got a taste for blood
And the time has come to just eat the rude
I've been held down
Alone with my thoughts
I just fend for myself
Because of you, I've got a taste for blood
And the time has come to just eat the rude
Nevermind, nevermind
You're finding a purpose in life
You'll never find, never find
An aura as potent as mine
You try to climb, try to climb
But you never find your way out
Your liver's on top of the stereo
Do it be working or not
I got the advance, got the advance
Now I be thinking bout all of my plans
Tryna get in, into your ribcage
And peel off your skin
Buffalo Bill
Bitch in the back
Beat up that ass
All of these bullets won't fit in the mag
Hah, pussy nigga
That was a mad salute
Never waiting, I be thinking bout absolutes
These women, they love me
They show up in pairs, in twos
If these bitches law
Then I'm fuckin' and bending the rules
Was young, I had me some dreams
'Bout eating the rude
They never gon' get me
They never gon' see from my shoes
I'm taking it back
From heads to shoulders to tooth
They never gon' find you
Cause you are the one I consume
I've been locked up
I've been held down
Alone with my thoughts
I just fend for myself
Because of you, I've got a taste for blood
And the time has come to just eat the rude
They wanting a noose on my neck
They wanting a mask on my face
They wanna come silence me out
They wanna come eat off my plate
I'm finding out about they plot
Now I'ma lay 'em to waste
I don't want none of your applause
Driving your car in the late
And now it's a chase
Run through the woods
I'm holding your fate in the palm of my hand
Dressed like I'm Lecter
I'm making it look like an accident
You know I'm malevolent
I'm chopping up all your lambs
I'm eating 'em one at a time, bitch
Wait
You thought I was finished
Yeah, I got a main course ready
But I gotta go and get all my dishes
You never gon' know who you fucking with
Till they gon' put you in stitches
And that leave me vitalized
Leave it to your surprise
Bloody tears in my eyes
Do we leave the guts in or guts out
Just talk to me straight
You can't decide, well must I
Lemme just think
We got some time for you to bleed out
Need me some salt
I be in the kitchen
Just give me a shout
I've been locked up
I've been held down
Alone with my thoughts
I just fend for myself
Because of you, I've got a taste for blood
And the time has come to just eat the rude
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Bruce, Faye Gurnett
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