Lyrics MAiN MENU - KNØTTZ

We caught ourselves at an impasse
Think last
Think past
Shit, I think I'd rather eat glass
Oh shit!
Think I ran into a D class
Get back
Get smacked
'Fore you end up in a meat cast
Here's the deal
You'll be dead in seven days
Chuck Tay's
RA bullets ripping through your face
Taste!
What's the date?
Think I'll pull up any day
Had to keep 'em guessing so that they could seek therapy
Psychological torture order
Reporters report the corner
While formers dictate disorder to date
For a quarter, she blow like mortar
For sport or to reject the norm or recorder
Reject, ignore her
No dates

Okay, okay, okay
So why the aggressive sound?
Well, besides the fact that like aggression is just kind of my normal
Whether it be passive or direct
It just scratches my brain and I don't know
I guess I'm just pretty pissed off
But I grew up on Nu-metal, deathcore, metalcore, industrial metal
Shit like that, those are all my main influences
You know? It's what my big brother liked
And whatever he liked, I liked
So like all that like early two thousand's shit?
Oh, definitely one hundred percent definitely

Fuckin' faggots!
No nuh-uh I wasn't done
Didn't come up in this bitch wanting to be number one
But then again, I gotta humble several bums
So, you can find a spot of my dick to rest on yo tongue
Nowadays, you will see KNØTTZ clones
And I knew I was the shit
Didn't know I'd gone pro
You niggas low
My ego gone pro
You niggas low, you niggas low
My ego gone pro
You niggas low

Honestly, I don't really care to fit in
I think all the times that I did try to fit in throughout my life
I just kinda ended up hurting myself
Often times I forgot how to be my own person in the process
So, I just like stick to my own guns
So to speak
That's why I do what I do now and I don't care who stops and stares
This is how I feel on the inside and this is what I have to say
And if you don't like it then
That's okay, take it or leave it
It doesn't fuckin' bother me at the end of the day
I'm not here to please anyone
And I'm not here to make what people wanna hear
I'm here to express myself in ways that I see fit
I don't care what anybody thinks because
Your opinion is not going to dictate how I carry myself
Day by day
End of story

We caught ourselves at an impasse
Think last
Think past
Shit, I think I'd rather eat glass
Oh shit!
Think I ran into a D class
Get back
Get smacked
'Fore you end up in a meat cast
Here's the deal
You'll be dead in seven days
Chuck Tay's
RA bullets ripping through your face
Taste!
What's the date?
Think I'll pull up any day
Had to keep 'em guessing so that they could seek therapy
Had to keep 'em guessing so that they could

Fucking shit!
Fuck this!
Fuck!
Get to steppin!
Well, why don't you get to steppin?