paroles de chanson You Thought Wrong - Stu Bangas , Bersurke

You can't clarify me
Figure me out or verify me
I'm Horrifying
Temper is loud it's amplifying
The heel from the crowd
The referees disqualifying
I'm going for self
The devil I'm personifying
Im stealing your health
Your soul is swallowed
Sent to hell
After I regurgitated in a wishing well
I glare at the moon I'm screaming with a peircing yell
I taste the Woumb for the Embriodic stem cells
Rest my tail on a Rusted bed of nails my

Breathe is so cold Halitosis Turn the snow to hail
Prognosis psychosis with a chance of shells
The Diagnosis is controlled when chanting Mystic spells
Canabalistic Addicted to the Carcass Smell
I get erected when Im hearing all my targets yell
I'll Starve an artist
Have em' Painting pictures in a cell
Depicting scenes of me sodomizing Southern belles
You Thought wrong
Assumed I was nice guy
You're not strong
I'm Powered by the night sky
Get capped on
Confronted you was mad shy
That's Karma Coming back at you
Now I'm just attacking you
You lived long
Now It's time to say good bye bye
Dead by Dawn
Nowhere run or hide I'd
Call out for god
You're running out of time die!
There's no one coming after you
Now my axe is hacking you
I'm draped up and blacked out
No what I'm yelling bought
3 in the mornin' slit your throat so you can't shout shout
Hand on the wood bat
Listen to your brain splat
Echos in my membrane
Flashbacks coming fast
Loco in the brain - Facts
Fear another man? Homeboy don't make me Laugh!
Catch me in the Corner not saying Jack
Scoping out the room for each exit when I plan attacks
Your girls ass I plan to tax
Listen to them cheeks clap
Rock her fellas face like I'm on a
Memphis bleek track
Caught me at a speed trap
Cop got his knee clapped
Ran his ass over in reverse and then I speed back
Called the precinct for some Feedback
Now I Gotta re think where I sleep at
I gotta a bleached sink I don't leave tracks
My Pistols in reach best believe that!
You Thought wrong
Assumed I was nice guy
You're not strong
I'm Powered by the night sky
Get capped on
Confronted you was mad shy
That's Karma Coming back at you
Now I'm just attacking you
You lived long
Now It's time to say good by by
Dead by Dawn
Nowhere run or hide I'd
Call out for god
You're running out of time die!
There's no one coming after you
Now my axe is hacking you
Runnin' mad wild!
Runnin' mad wild!
Cause death was my style!
Runnin' mad wild!
Runnin' mad wild!
Cause death was my style!