Lyrics Kill Zone - Young Pressure

Take em away know this the mother fucking kill zone
Gotta free house guess you feel home
Try to break my mentality having steel bones
Words can't hurt me I been through so much that I'm just ill lone
Fuck a phone get off that shit bitch get this is a real tone
No dial no numbers
Hell ain't freezing over this a cold summer
You made a demon that takes beast I decay the beat and to say the least
I could murder a fucking pervert his momma though
He's never heard of cause mind was his fucking servant
Since adolescences I'm up to learning how it happens
Seeing it first hand turns to rapping
Got me irked and scratching like off meth don't cross step
Bitch I'm the goat and first practice
Stand in place like a statue
Tyler really is that you what the fuck
Saying awful things yeah back to my scoffing when it comes to you
I ain't stopping been true in a coffin I'm taking em with me and dirt
You will never see me as hurt
Really what I'm bout do to you
Smart ass you just rude and loose
Thinking you crazy I'm berserk
Dumb fuck you just too confused
Weed smoke blew right through the roof
Feeling you have to validate I put this shit together without a date

Nothing's on the table I'ma counter play
What the fuck is something about
Sprint away with ya word that's what I call running ya mouth
You with the same cards that's been dealt is why I flushed em
BB Simon crystals I tucked em
Don't even gotta pistol I shoot to bust em
With my potential and subject I don't give a fuck about nothing
When I blow myself up like combustion
Around ya neck like a python
Fuck ya drip like nylon don't even know what I'm high on
Right decision to diss you thought I'm wrong
Now I know you been pressed
Lifting up like a bench press
Fuck yo mouth this lip sex
Fuck you fuck you fuck you
Ashley and Ken Cameron and Landon and Tyler
Mother fucker has me inspired to lose a job if you need a hire
Bitch suck my dick and don't leave it tired
Soul is burning you see the fire
In a circle my kill zone
My bottle's empty my pills gone my gun is ready to feel death
On my feet you still step
Fuck boy it's the same shit
Run it back get vanquished you made me left on road by Tracy forsaken that I may just
Have you feel like Kaitlyn fake bitch on page six with Satan
Sacrifice you blatant