Lyrics:
the morning
Killer killed a killer, now a killer gone
If you not a bunny, you too borin'
My brother caught a body in the mornin'
You can find me in
that's just a reminder,
He's old and he's weak with no one to love.
He sees clouds up above,
Another bad day in the diary,
An old man by the many,
DMT by the DMZ, made peace as the middle man
Then I woke up with a .45, seein' everybody firin' at both sides
We can all dream 'til then, we can all
little bank, bow to the lizard king
Took DMT by the DMZ, made peace as the middle man
Then I woke up with a .45, seein' everybody firin' at both sides
Wheat and beat sprout from the same litter
Yet amazingly crafted by separate scissors
I stalk the morbid beaten past splashin' in the cretin blizzard (?)
Wheat and beat sprout from the same litter
Yet amazingly crafted by separate scissors
I stalk the morbid beaten past splashin' in the cretin blizzard (?)
jack
This where my heart at, uh
Fell in love with carbon, uh
I don't like nothing
So the racks by my pocket lil' puffy
No, she don't say nothing
mean
I found my nightmares by living through these lost dreams
In my Composition I’m gone ask my self why
Did you meet the goals you set before you die
Broken glass, a broken chair
Lamp hangs by a thread
Scattered pages, spattered walls
Mayhem on the bed
Peace is gone and love is gone
ordinary yo
Frequencies on your radio
To rappers, don't compare me no
Killer bees to a butterfly
Ride or die, or just let it fly
Chase The Dream, just don't
ordinary yo
Frequencies on your radio
To rappers, don't compare me no
Killer bees to a butterfly
Ride or die, or just let it fly
Chase The Dream, just don't
how to healthily maintain
When the stress mounts daily
And the people in my world have their own shit to parade
I ain't no killer, but the insanity
meet your killer
Break bread
Not trust
It takes time
Don't rush
Be secure
You enough
Find love
Not lust
Life is what you make
Let me whip
Let me bake
I
those
I should be lying but some I like
But women be flakes though
Maybe I've been too cut throat
Or maybe they'll hang by their own rope
Or maybe
Dangerously old
Erzebeth Bathory
The bloody countess
Isabel's
Diary told day by day
Its victims with every
Little detail
Up to a total of
Six hundred
book couldn't hold a candle
Against my twisted scripts
You're the Creepypasta version of Diary
Of a Wimpy Kid welcome to my ceiling
You'll do more than
that's why ima die a G
The game full of fake thugs with their diaries
If you about it then you gonna be moving quietly
Once them stimmies hit ya'll thought
alone tonight
Just stay by me please
Darling please don't leave me
If I told you I was dreaming
Would you stay right here with me
And help make my dream
and get it we're broke
I'ma get it my way
Traffic on the highway always had dreams of living life on the road
But I don't wanna dream anymore
I wanna live
alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh, you should try it
I'll eat parole, get gold
alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh, you should try it
I'll eat parole, get gold
these dreams and what we've seen
We are the kids of the in-between
Put your hands up open up wide
Put your hands up side by side
Age don't matter
Razorwire Slipknot
Time to get that throat cut
Killer on the low I be
Creepin like deathgun
You mess with the morbid
Get slain by the god hand
Come
god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,
To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag
Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black
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