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I'm That Type of Guy
- I hate life, the weight is great and i despise the way
- i get treated everyday makes me stab ya wife with a sizable knife,
- and giggle my ass off as i end her life because im that type of guy.
- Every word has a price, a forming hoard of diseased mice,
- i'll happily give advice and criticize, roll twice on the dice,
- doubles in a row, can i get a thrice? What do i have to sacrifice?
- Nothing... lets make my life the public eye, but i'm invisible right?
- Everything i say gets knocked on by, don't be shy, im a nice guy.
- Fuck you, i lied. Your the people who make me wish i would just die,
- but i need you, to fuel this tank on my back seeping out black fumes,
- and any moment, any time of the day, or night, i could go boom.
- Paint an enter room with blood and all i need is a little nudge,
- just a budge up into a club to shoot some motherfuckers up.
- I hate the way people judge, I hate the way every woman i touch
- gives me a rush, leaves me blushed then turns my heart into dust,
- now i can't love because i'm shut, made of tough and rough stuff.
- Why am i so fucked up?
- Because i'm that type of guy!
- Why do i love blood lust?
- Because i'm that type of guy!
- Why is it i always fuck up?
- Because i'm that type of guy!
- Why is it...
- Every time i close my eyes, i see rhymes up in my mind,
- sometimes i wish i was blind, so i can see them all the time.
- Fine. I could tell you i love you but that'll be a lie and you'll cry
- as if there was an endless supply. Do i give a fucking shit?
- No! I'm that type of guy, im always hot inside, your tears will fry
- dry and evaporate into the sky, why? because the rage,
- i have locked up in a inner cage has you phased in a way
- that leaves you stood pale in the face in the same place for days.
- But hay! You clearly know me... So i should just let you blow me?
- own me, throw me into a wall and steal all my dough like sun on snow.
- Fuck no! I writ you a personal show, pop my dick into your throat
- tare off your pantyhose, show you how low slinky's winky can go,
- dip on in slow because you never know i may just eat you whole.
- Oh... I'm talking about the wrong hoe, fuck it let it go, no no no,
- i cheated on ya ass and i would do it again just for the laughs,
- you don't even know but oh... Lets keep that between us bros.
- Why am i so fucked up?
- Because i'm that type of guy!
- Why do i love blood lust?
- Because i'm that type of guy!
- Why is it i always fuck up?
- Because i'm that type of guy!
- Why is it...
- I get into fights with myself all the time like I've lost my mind, i'm neurotic
- idiotic, chaotic but not patriotic and would i give a fuck if every country
- blew each other up? Because If i make it to hell, i'll be taking on luck,
- fuck going up, go down, deep into the ground where the devil dwells,
- i'll wrestle that fucker and cast my ultimate spell, i developed my self,
- take over hell, i struck upon wealth and when the clock sticks twelve,
- i get a bitch to fuck everyday in anyway and expect pain to be dealt.
- Every soul that came my way, i ate of a molten plate, i opened the gate,
- like an ill omen ocean, i kill in one motion and adsorb the blood floating,
- reopen old scars and show them how bazaar and harsh i can spar.
- You won't run far, i'm coming for you too, bitch, you fucking witch,
- to burn all you woman who treat me like shit, lit the wooden oil soaked pitch,
- watch you skin boil, that pretty face spoil, as i uncoil and show you royal.
- Wings of voile skin that unwraps revealing a black covered limbs, crisp skin,
- leaking lava with souls that swims in, bone thin imps that cling to my back
- like it's home, i grin an show you a glimpse of every sinner i snacked.
- Why am i so fucked up?
- Because i'm that type of guy!
- Why do i love blood lust?
- Because i'm that type of guy!
- Why is it i always fuck up?
- Because i'm that type of guy!
- Why is it...
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