paroles de chanson PSYCHOSODE - Baker Ya Maker

Got a knife collection that'll keep a goth bitch stressin'
I don't need protection
Guarded by this evil
It's a blessing
Preachin' no profession, one on one that Baker's always bestin'
'Bout to learn a lesson, Mr. Maker burnin' up the heavens
They don't want me
I don't want you
Just a black sheep
Woofing as I'm howling at the moon
Burnin' blunts, I'm in a corner hidden
Creepin' in your room
See this child of the corn
Hear this devil speaking doom
Bringing gloom
Smoke cause I'm broke
All I want is cigarettes
Some bud and beer
Chase it with a fat blunt
Numb them problems with the bottle
Eat them feelings 'till you choke
Hold it in, hold it in 'till it's ghost
High as fuck but fall below
Lootin' and cliquin'
Paranoid I'm tickin'
Got that B-U-D it's all in me thе munchies they kickin'
The flow just so fingеr lickin'
I think I'm smokin' fried chicken
Been laced with toxic waste it melts my face
This trauma is thickened
Oh god, oh god it's such a sight
I'm poisoned for life
No one, no one you'll find alike
No one but me has this bite
Like a pit without a leash
Just a gator in these streets
Rollin' one deep
Crazy is the southern-born freak

Bring me back to life
I still got some fight
Always feelin' like it's me against the world
And now the world is in my sights
Diabolical
Down to the molecule
I am despised
Buried deep beneath the skin
Look out for this deadly bite

I chose the night
This release
Feel alive but still deceased
All my hate it burns the peace
Will I ever reach that peak?
I let that manic take off
Brings it out that knife of gold
Static everywhere I go
These voices of my psychosode
Oh why, oh why is this the life
They breed us to fight
Just cry out loud while people die
And now expect us to buy
All the bullshit they feed
No I don't think I believe
Simple-minded I can't be
Won't let 'em play their tricks on me
No future see their grass gettin' greener
Smoked out
Locced out
Riding wicked Mr. Heater
Two seater, silver spokes
Got 'em lookin' even meaner
Hold your head above the water
'Cause I'm drowning any bleeder
Get the most from this boast
As I toast
Better climb that empty post
Put the crown where it belongs
And then I end it with a roast
Ain't no second guessing
Never with discretion this is just the woes
Another story told
Led into my rotten soul