serial killer, truth seeking, what they doing to us
finder heavy grinder, Los Cucuys
the slaughterhouse is open for business, and the lines are unruly
but we got this like sure grip, this some sure shit
we the sure shot, kick down your doors, this that shit, raw
made into a demon from a early age scheming
fuck the law, we're Scarface dreaming
my parents tried the warn me, they couldn't comprehend the meaning
I'm not a nice guy, I'll take away your nine lives
see the black and blank in my eyes, I won't even blink twice
I do what I want, I say what I want
I take what I want and if I die, then I haunt
I'm an asshole, artillery shells are hard to handle
I'ma dismantle you for practice, take a picture then I'm making moves
nothing to lose like Martin Lawrence
fuck it, this song don't even have no chorus
Fubar:
serial killer, seeking victims daily
I'm sick, but not trying to let the symptoms phase me
I'm wanted for going against the system, mainly
I kill people but only when the rhythm makes me
I'm a little disturbed, with lines that'll shatter your dome piece
and flows that'll stagger your whole team
in the past people tried to capture and clone me
but instead, they could only manufacture the old me
look up and witness the massive tidal wave
immediately after a cold breeze
taking your nine lives
claiming your rhyme nice is like saying Satan is Christ-like
I slice when I want, divide when I want
the life of a spawn, if I die I'ma haunt
life's a game, I'm a knight you're a pawn
I'ma exorcise demons from the night to the dawn
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