Creepy Times (Låttext)
Till en låt som spelas in snart. En vers - går i 120 bpm och är ändå 55 sekunder lång. Lite kritik vore fint.
Unstoppable - like .50 cal slugs in flight
You couldn't even stop me with a handful of knives
I'm a nightmare - 'n I'm armed with a mic
Where you gonna run to? I'm in charge of the night
You can call me the Bad Guy, all 'bout the hype
I'm here to make a scene like the stars 'n the light
I'm gunnin', I'm gunnin', catch up with me death
I'm killin' these Emcees when I fuck with their heads
I'm a lyrical assassin - I rule with terror
In the heat of the moment there's no room for error
I planted sin and now you reek with its toll
I'm here to harvest 'cuz I reap what I sow
You're all the same, you're like sheep in a fold
I'm not gonna stop till I've reached all my goals
You're all in the closet, I'm under your bed
Ready to jump out and sunder your head
You're all so stupid, no wonder you're dead
One more pun 'n I've won me some cred
It's only fun till someone loses an eye
Then it's really fun till the moment they die
We came here to conquer, divide and crush
It's like nobody here's got eyes but us
You can read me like the BIBLE ITSELF
all the pages say the same thing: HIGHWAY TO HELL
A historian is a prophet in reverse
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