Lyrics False Identities - EXITIUM888

You make a profit, I make a profit off of the fighting
Them demons within my head
Know that I be winning
Y 'all bitches don't wanna test me
You'll be dying trying
Hit you with 50 but not a cent
I be off the goose
Hang you up from a noose bitch motherfuckers be on the loose
But I be on the loose with a tool
Know that I'll be cool with shits
Buckle up cause it seems fucked up
The way that I be moving secretly constantly Running up on

False Identities
Killing off the enemies
Gunning for your head have you addicted like melodies
False Identities
Killing off the enemies
Gunning for your head have you addicted like melodies

A girl abandoned her home
She never looked back
But she doesn't know that there's a man who picked up the strap
And now she's, all alone within the dawn of midnight
Mr. Mystery man switches the tone, she's filled with fright
She's tries to put up a fight
The dark is consuming light
He knocks her onto the floor with broken metal pipes
And you know
How it goes with dark scenarios
It happens everyday single day
But you wouldn't know
So he, drags her up an ally where it's dark and discrete
He ties her mouth with a warm cloth, so she couldn't speak
Or even scream
He's fucking insane up in the head
Disgusted by the face you'll wish that you would dropped dead
Her whole world is now fucked up, her mind is contorted
She tries to put up her guard but the hands couldn't afford it
I know it
Fucking it hurts being beat to the worst
All that the man could only hear, the word saying Kill
And the tears fall harder while she's looking up to the Devil
Knowing death is knocking on the door sent by the evil
So he
Raises up the broken pipe, bashing her head
Before she was about to scream
She just dropped dead, fuck
Now I can talk about the money, drugs, or even fucking bitches
But I won't, I'm talking about some fucked up real situations
You can hate, spit, and throw some fucking dirt upon my name
For talking all about some real shit, won't do it for fame y 'all just a
False Identity little pricks
Y 'all make me sick
The way y 'all switch up like a fucking hoe you're nothing but a bitch
And your dead
This whole entire fucking world is fucking dead to me
Tried to play it nice and what did I get? Enemies
I fucking hate the way how your enemy was a friend
You did nothing wrong but help and yet there was still an end
I Don't, understand my thoughts now I got to step back
The more I talk, the more my life would fade into black
I'm done