K Rino - God Killers Remix

not sure if it's anxiety lazyness or randomness why I procrastinate

not sure if it's frustration sexually or crazyness or narcissism why i grossly masturbate,

I say I won't then I do, maybe a hormonal imbalance

emotional trauma has taken its, toll since,

I became an icon, atleast in my own mind

life promises broken same ones i spit flame over mics on, teasted in school, flip in no-time mike tyson

a government experiment gone wrong, a fatal mistake

no different in significance than long drawn out labeling and name calling-the catalyst's fake

like trying to rebuttle your name,

calling the kettle black, something aint straight,-

face the music, the end of the world's coming sooner than we thought

i can taste the gluestick, like sniffing a girl's *nyeh* women on brooms returning after burning their God

these are God Killers,

hook*

 

 

not sure I even want to do a second verse, and it's not like i'm freestyling, now but I am,-

trying to break this curse, protecting my La Familia though I keep wilding out, time stamp,

i may fall tonight like S'atan did in the first place

fuck those fabels, i'm too high strung at the minute to waste my time with your disgrace

a personal race-i may never finish or complete, like that last line

in a terminal daze, like i have a fever my vision is obsolete, Itachi as he died,

spending his final gasp-crying

tears of blood,

I fear no evil, Admit my wrongs, this greusome nutty world can lick my gorgeous nuts-

with razor tongues that'd pierce my footD,-

and that reminds me of Bloody Note, Cheers to you, Dear no hard feelings I love you to death

Never wanted to fuck you, It's just you were the only one I was ever with,-

and I've done this so many times suffocating tangled in webs strangleeeeeeed

loving hating taking graceful steps making sure I do my best, Breaking Benjamin anthem of the Angels

far from the fakest genius i can be random but I'm grateful

for the art form, taking vacations are handsome devils pretending to be tranquil

serene, healers of the soul, but I never once got a call-from the Devil

too busy occupied with small loans i'd never settle,-

with friends, it was fine-but now i'm on another level-

spineshank smothered, talk about fuckin' pitiful-

these are God Killers

hook*

during*

Fuck fame, suck ice haters you're stuck chasing things you can't decrypt anyways game of luck

you're all so dumb*snow* wow, look what we've became

TriHard*hook fades*