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...