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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aakshay Kumar
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm sitting in this house, trying to think of just nothing
Eating nothing till my dick spills nothing when cumming
My bones popping from my skin, I'm done with the running
Not anymore
Why the fuck I hide what I'm becoming?
I don't eat meat till it turns into a beautiful human
I think I'm trapped in this fucking house like I'm Truman
Everyone's fake, trying to act, till I snap
They don't give a crap about me anymore
So why should I stick with them?
But I should not be the one going!
I should be the one to put something in their groin till they moan
The scream is ecstasy and I know it's hurting them
But that's exactly the fun in that!
Laugh, here, look at my face, laugh at me!
If I'm making you happy, man, I can kill in peace
While I smash a rod on your head
What? Ted Bundy? Man, I'm not as handsome and as charismatic
And I hate serial killers and the fucking rapist
Cuz they don't got the guts to say what I'm saying
Ted Bundy? More like, Red undies
Cuz he's full of emotions like he has menses
Killing bitches like killing mosquitoes
I throw them in the hydraulic press with the needles
To make them holier than a god
More than the Jesus and brain squeezes like the last Lemon I peeled
Is there an end to it?
You got rid of the last rapper and
I'm out of this world when compared to him
In talking this crap that'll get me in trouble
I guess I'm the stupidest motherfucker!
I might find myself in shit I can't get out of
Why am I liking it so much then?
I find myself unable to do shit
It's like I'm acquired by paranormal spirits
Someone please kill me 'fore I kill myself
Along with these twelve people who are following Me like I'm Jesus
You don't understand the shit that's about to go down
If I don't get toned down, I'll fuck up this whole town
There's something eerie about this state I'm in
My brain is making me put a fucking fake eyelid, gouging my eyes
Replacing with a fake iris and making me look like Hopsin
Take my dick, I don't need it
These reasons of cynical thinking is making me leap over these creases
I don't see any wrongs and rights
If you're bleeding and it serves my purpose
Then bitch, you better be bleeding!
Some people are puzzled, they think that I'm changed
Some people ARE puzzle after I swing this fucking
Blades of chainsaw and it went straight inside their brain
And now they have to piece the chunks of brain together again
I find the calm in violence and harm
When he feels weak, the Martian gets strong
So when you try to kill me, don't miss the shot
Else I'll rip your fucking throat off, and Stick in my balls!
I might find myself in shit I can't get out of
Why am I liking it so much then?
I find myself unable to do shit
It's like I'm acquired by paranormal spirits
Meanwhile I'll be a senile when I'm 69 with a penile cancer
And I'm still trying to feel my anus
Be mean 'cuz I like it, my dick rises
And I jerk faster than I write shit
Fuck this shit, man I'm getting those drugs
Overdose on it, corpse in the back of a truck
And I hope people see my corpse and then laugh like they mean it
In this way my life would have a certain meaning
Nah fuck that, I have to do shit, I have to make you plead to kill you
'Cuz the things I'm doing is a tease
I'm pulling your fucking teeth while you're on a breaking wheel
And if that doesn't cut it, I'll finish with a guillotine
Nah, you ain't getting a cyanide pill!
I've tried that shit, and that shit didn't work!
So, close your eyes, it is time
Sleep beside me, I'm gonna try me a suicide!
I might find myself in shit I can't get out of
Why am I liking it so much then?
I find myself unable to do shit
It's like I'm acquired by paranormal spirits
Writer(s): Aakshay Kumar
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