Lyrics Buffalo Chicken Freestyle - Wojtek , Novae

Fuck what you think you know
Fuck the presumptions you making about me, hoe
Simply incredible
Way that you judge someone before they say
"Hello"
Hello Nurse, how are you?
How am I? I wanna die Once I tried suicide but couldn't follow through
Through death & time & god I realized all of my flaws
Evolving into my perfect self, Perfect Cell kill ya whole squad just like Splinter Cell bro
Blowing so out of proportion
The Fully blown obelisk worship, religion is fronting the bullshit & service brainwashing of kids to the serpents
Look in my eyes tell me you don't go blind
But wake up with no sight, void of vision tonight
Riding wit the artists & the vandals
& The mages blowing candles
Serving up acid in some sandals
Scandalous brand of homunculus animals
Ramify Hannibal fly off the handle
Brandy sounds terrible but I'll drink it anyway
Ancient gods calling my name
Don't know what the fuck to say
Voices ringing all my choices flash before my
Gaze, I've been on my way
Through the cosmic plain
In a purple haze
I'm confused & dazed
They think that I'm crazy
Cause I had the balls to say that we're all Saturn Slaves
Fake & processed place we live
Flashy product placement gives
Life to objects, we don't profit shit
It's all a show
Work to produce them some more
Kids into brainless adults
Who keep up the show

It's been hell on earth since 96'
I'll fuck your bitch with a crucifix.
Spit on the ground when I genuflect
Piss on the cross I don't fuck with god
Unless that god is me
God complex got my ego tripping like a hit of DMT
Turn you ass to a bead on that rosary
Don't you waste your breath, don't you say no prayers for me
Knocking your ass out like Tyson in Punch-Out
Leave your punk ass with ya wallet in your mouth
Starving for understanding
Mind constantly in a drought
Mind constantly clouded
Mind constantly in the clouds
Never coming down until I'm the ground
No peace, never spared any silence, please don't make me take pride in my violence
Don't give a fuck bout what you supplying, I ain't buying
So fuck what you're saying, and fuck what you're selling, the fuck out my face, before I turn you to dust

Big Dirty Harry gun lifting up of my waist, let me ask you a question, you feeling lucky punk?

Bitch I'm high as fuck
Riding round in an 89' watching the sky open up and rain fire
Pentecostal flames marking the holocaust of these fraudulent facades
Rip off the wings of a butter fly watch it die
Burn down the tree of life
I just want out, I'm tired of life
Bite down hard to break the skin, please remind what it is to feel pain again
Please remind me what it is to feel pain again