Songtexte IED - ReMark

I might be slow, but that's only cause I'm on opiates
Still if you try me get a sharp knuckle hit through the head
Over here we call it a boxer, get it in
Hit the right spot in the dome, and you could be dead
That's only short-range protection tho, + knife in hand
If shit gets serious, Im pulling my Smith & Wes
Don't think that just cause we from here we don't have no straps
All type of russians that could knock you out just like a pan

Your sleep will be permanent
Lil boi better not play with me
Diagnosed with anger issues, violence is my fantasy
IED tried killin' me
I never forgive, forget

Fucker made racial remarks against me on the tram
In the heat of the moment, knocked him out into a trance
Unfortunately he survived, blood was dripping from his head
Wish bad omens on his family, hope all of em will be dead
Brass knuckles hit him in his face and now he's scared

Bitch
Prepare this is Rage
Any motherfucker in my way is getting played
Tax him cause he thought what I was selling wasn't fake
Yeah that shit was bunk, bitch we scammed him for his cake

Bloodlust, brewin' wrath is flowin' through my veins
One must, take a yerkilator for the pain
Sand Dust, how your flows be drier than a camel
Feel like Varg, cause it's arson in here with the fire

I might be slow, but that's only cause I'm on opiates
Still if you try me get a sharp knuckle hit through the head
Over here we call it a boxer, get it in
Hit the right spot in the dome, and you could be dead

Wake up in the middle of the night
Cause of insomnia
Pop me a perc then go back to sleep
Only thing I have left is gettin' geeked
Abusin' stimulants bitch I'm on speed
High on codeine, amphetamine

I might be slow, but that's only cause I'm on opiates
Still if you try me get a sharp knuckle hit through the head
Over here we call it a boxer, get it in
Hit the right spot in the dome, and you could be dead
That's only short-range protection tho, + knife in hand
If shit gets serious, Im pulling my Smith & Wes
Don't think that just cause we from here we don't have no straps
All type of russians that could knock you out just like a pan