Truth
• Written by Croc
Lyrically disastrous when I spit in your asses
To see you're outclassed the masses don't need glasses
When you're covered in gashes, burning into a pile of ashes
I'm givin' all the rashes, done givin' the chances
They call it bananas when I give my advances
Under the circumstances I'm givin' deep scratches
There won't be enough patches once I've lit my lyrical matches
Poppin' the hatches, they're calling it madness
Saying I'm disastrous, but fuck hiding under my mattress
No more of this shit, I'm gonna make 'em all fade into blackness
Done with the practice, no more of the slackness
Gonna leave a crater in this world like I was the fattest
Ain't givin' up now, fuck givin' 'em the satisfaction
This is a call to action for my whole faction
We're takin' this shit, gon' be the biggest attraction
Gon' be bigger than Michael fuckin' Jackson
Marilyn fuckin' Manson, ain't gon' be more than a fraction
Compared to us; we are the biggest traction
And we ain't just doin' this shit for a reaction
We're doin' this for us, fuck whatever the caption
You give us, we're a single fuckin' contraption
All y'all are is a motherfuckin' distraction
We're always goin' up, ain't no fuckin' subtraction
Ain't listenin' to no-one 'cause fuck human interaction
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Croc
Member since March 26 2015