I penetrate and cause destruction like a cannonball do
sneak in your house wearing a Santa Clause suit
I am dead broke, nothing but a crook in a disguise
in search of valuables I couldn't even find
I am crooked in the mind, how can I put it to you nice?
seeing me you shouldn't even try
if you look at me you'll die
especially if I don't see a glass of milk with some cookies on the side
I'm a nightmare you are never gonna wake from
I become the aggressor when I taste blood
sever with a blade tongue
made a list and I'm checking it twice so I remember all you fake fucks
whenever there is violence I'm around
fuck a chimney I'll climb into your house, quiet as a mouse
then I'll sharpen a candy cane to drive it in your mouth
I surmise you will die without a doubt
Verse 2:
you better cry forgiveness, mind is gifted
yet I'm quite conflicted, I am nice yet ignant
imagine it's Halloween combined with Christmas,
alternate version of the guy known as Christ but twisted
heavenly indeed yet incredibly intrigued
by the fact that your destiny is bleak
very little empathy in me
plus a rage that'll steadily increase, I suggest you pretend to be asleep
I will ruin your fantasy and illusion of family
bring about the end of your universe happily
I'm proven insanity
Santa Clause carrying a bag full of parts of the human anatomy
I'm odd as can be, bodies rot for a week
drop to your knees and pray that you god intervenes
I chop to the beat
and deck the halls with body parts then place a severed head at the top of the tree
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024