Lyrics Broken Toys - Slaine , Apathy , Locksmith
Let's
get
into
it,
I've
heard
enough
noise
This
game
I'm
in
is
inundated
with
all
these
fuckbois
Bottom
feeders
and
imitators
But
I
been
in
a
state
of
graces
Innovative,
creative,
disintegrated
and
destroy
Any
limit
weighting
to
diving
and
demonstrating
Cause
I
been
in
hibernation
Your
face
in
the
menace
waiting
An
obvious
inner
sate,
this
probably
a
mental
patient
Sliding
my
pen,
engraving
pain
while
your
pencil's
tracing
My
inclination
is
anger,
I'm
dangerous
And
my
brain
stole
the
angel
dust
that
will
change
you
Tangled
up
in
the
strangle
Thanks
to
painkills
and
tranquils
That
dangle
me
from
my
ankles
They
mangle,
handcuff,
and
hang
you
And
bang
your
brain
till
it's
painful
I
ain't
no
saint
and
no
angel
No
I
just
came
with
the
Kangol
A
new
album
and
angle
That
you
can
bang
in
the
wrangles
A
good
feeling
to
have
when
they
unchain
you
like
Django
Besides
how
much
can
one
pancreas
handle
So
I
just
tuck
the
stuffing
back
into
my
fucking
gut
And
come
strutting
back
in
this
bitch
With
a
couple
stitches
and
buttons
It's
holding
me
back
together
Cause
I
was
ditched
in
the
rubbish
With
the
other
broken
toys
disposed
by
a
vicious
public
Around
and
round
we
go,
back
on
this
carousel
In
this
land
of
broken
toys,
clout
chasing
and
fairytales
Can't
believe
in
anything
when
nothing
is
really
real
Here
in
this
bizarro
world,
but
we
stay
creative
Around
and
round
we
go,
back
on
this
carousel
In
this
land
of
broken
toys,
clout
chasing
and
fairytales
Everything
under
the
sun,
this'll
been
domed
But
still
we
stay
creative
in
the
midst
of
this
bizarro
world
Rappers
out
my
radius
Every
blip
with
the
radar
so
dedicated
with
cadence
So
erratic
these
rappers
would
rather
Scrap
with
the
wrath
of
this
grizzly
bear
Than
to
battle
this
bastard
who
back
like
Lazarus
Spitting
the
most
blasphemous
Speaks
with
religious
passages
Buckle
up
all
my
passengers
Going
to
hell
and
back
in
this
handbasket
This
pack
with
radioactive
hazardous
Hasn't
it
been
a
fabulous
tour
through
the
Devil's
passages
For
the
pussies
passing
out,
here's
some
pistols,
pass
'em
out
Do
the
world
a
favor,
get
your
brains
to
shit
the
shrapnel
out
Smack
'em
out,
rough
'em
up,
they
prolly
hyperventilating
The
type
to
write
they
devastate
the
mic
like
a
featherweight
Glass
joes,
assholes,
fronting
like
they
capos
Till
they
build
apartments
and
find
they
bodies
with
back
holes
They
murder
rising
rap
foes,
you
fertilize
when
grass
grows
Yours
truly,
conniticunts
and
mass
holes
Around
and
round
we
go,
back
on
this
carousel
In
this
land
of
broken
toys,
clout
chasing
and
fairytales
Can't
believe
in
anything
when
nothing
is
really
real
Here
in
this
bizarro
world,
but
we
stay
creative
Around
and
round
we
go,
back
on
this
carousel
In
this
land
of
broken
toys,
clout
chasing
and
fairytales
Everything
under
the
sun,
this'll
been
domed
But
still
we
stay
creative
in
the
midst
of
this
bizarro
world
Let's
see
I'm
tryna
keep
my
patience
And
pacing,
painting
my
way
out
of
this
tainted
grotto
But
it
ain't
just
the
way
you
rap,
it's
your
basic
model
I
model
and
mode
it,
my
style
is
of
older
omens
I
open
some
open
letter
for
those
endeavors
But
I
won't
forget
the
Malcolms
and
Martins,
the
Marcus
Garvey's
The
marching
hall
on
the
month
full
of
autumn
All
the
arbitrary
kids
in
front
of
that
brownstone
Everyone
now
Jazz
musician
An
artist
who
arguably
wouldn't
pop
today
Cause
nowadays
it's
all
about
commercial
cadences
Clout
chasing
the
case
and
chase
that
cheven
is
pray
up
In
crystal
lake,
your
pistols
fake,
everything
you
spit
is
baked
The
lure
in
your
listeners
listening,
as
I
stitch
the
brake
Inside
the
soldier
fabric,
the
fabrications
The
aggregations
of
algorithms
Purchase
with
cold
cash,
blatant
Basically
you
been
boring
me
half
to
death
You
could
pay
for
your
popularity
but
never
my
respect
Around
and
round
we
go,
back
on
this
carousel
In
this
land
of
broken
toys,
clout
chasing
and
fairytales
Can't
believe
in
anything
when
nothing
is
really
real
Here
in
this
bizarro
world,
but
we
stay
creative
Around
and
round
we
go,
back
on
this
carousel
In
this
land
of
broken
toys,
clout
chasing
and
fairytales
Everything
under
the
sun,
this'll
been
domed
But
still
we
stay
creative
in
the
midst
of
this
bizarro
world
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