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We caught ourselves at an impasse Think last Think past Shit, I think I'd rather eat glass Oh shit! Think I ran into a D class Get back Get smacked 'Fore you end up in a meat cast Here's the deal You'll be dead in seven days Chuck Tay's RA bullets ripping through your face Taste! What's the date? Think I'll pull up any day Had to keep 'em guessing so that they could seek therapy Psychological torture order Reporters report the corner While formers dictate disorder to date For a quarter, she blow like mortar For sport or to reject the norm or recorder Reject, ignore her No dates Okay, okay, okay So why the aggressive sound? Well, besides the fact that like aggression is just kind of my normal Whether it be passive or direct It just scratches my brain and I don't know I guess I'm just pretty pissed off But I grew up on Nu-metal, deathcore, metalcore, industrial metal Shit like that, those are all my main influences You know? It's what my big brother liked And whatever he liked, I liked So like all that like early two thousand's shit? Oh, definitely one hundred percent definitely Fuckin' faggots! No nuh-uh I wasn't done Didn't come up in this bitch wanting to be number one But then again, I gotta humble several bums So, you can find a spot of my dick to rest on yo tongue Nowadays, you will see KNØTTZ clones And I knew I was the shit Didn't know I'd gone pro You niggas low My ego gone pro You niggas low, you niggas low My ego gone pro You niggas low Honestly, I don't really care to fit in I think all the times that I did try to fit in throughout my life I just kinda ended up hurting myself Often times I forgot how to be my own person in the process So, I just like stick to my own guns So to speak That's why I do what I do now and I don't care who stops and stares This is how I feel on the inside and this is what I have to say And if you don't like it then That's okay, take it or leave it It doesn't fuckin' bother me at the end of the day I'm not here to please anyone And I'm not here to make what people wanna hear I'm here to express myself in ways that I see fit I don't care what anybody thinks because Your opinion is not going to dictate how I carry myself Day by day End of story We caught ourselves at an impasse Think last Think past Shit, I think I'd rather eat glass Oh shit! Think I ran into a D class Get back Get smacked 'Fore you end up in a meat cast Here's the deal You'll be dead in seven days Chuck Tay's RA bullets ripping through your face Taste! What's the date? Think I'll pull up any day Had to keep 'em guessing so that they could seek therapy Had to keep 'em guessing so that they could Fucking shit! Fuck this! Fuck! Get to steppin! Well, why don't you get to steppin?
Writer(s): Chris Shaffer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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