Текст песни Hit List - Crypt

This the hit list
Bitches don't get stitches, they bleed out
This the hit list
Don't wait for karma to come around
This the hit list
Your bodies will get dropped into the ground
You can scream all you want but nobody will hear a sound

First up on my list
I got my ex-girlfriend, bitch
So many methods of death
Wonder, which one will I pick?
She tried to play me like a fiddle
Little did she know
I'm crazy enough
To show what
You would know to
Induce a coma

Tied her up an gagged her
'Cause I remember she liked it
"Oh what's the matter, Babe, are those too tight?"
"Don't try to fight it!"
By this-
There's no use trying to argue
With this tape over your mouth
I've made that task kind of hard to do

Your actions in the past
Deserve way more than what
I could give you
But dousing you in gasoline
Seems to be like you would do
It's too late for apologies
Get off your knees
And I'm sorry
I'm 'bout to show you
It's like to feel the pain you brought to me

While you were gobbling cock on the side
You probably caught a disease
From Daniel; 'man, oh man, oh man'
I'm name dropping but honestly
I don't give a fuck
But we both know that you do(you do)
Cause' you spread your legs for
Every dude that comes up to you(to you)
Close your eyes and say your prayers
Tonight you're meeting God
Just so he can send you down to hell for living like a thot'
I hope you liked your time as a beautiful sexy girl
Cause' now the flame is wide enough to burn your flesh
So now your leaving this world
This the hit list
Bitches don't get stitches, they bleed out
This the hit list
Don't wait for karma to come around
This the hit list
Your bodies will get dropped into the ground
You can scream all you want but nobody will hear a sound
(This the hit list)
Next on this list is anyone who thinks they're a critic
You think I give a shit about your written opinion
No concluding all these negative views about a dude
You never met before or you're stupid if you do
Cause' you don't like that I blew all my political views
You assume that when I rap that you won't like that too
But my rap proves that guys like you don't
Like to fight back with wise words to choose
Your just lighting my fuse
They say they real, recognize real, well I guess that makes sense,
You couldn't see me even if we're on the same side of this fence
Wanna criticize every line on some clatter's fine
But I know my lines will rise over your mind
Like a sky high solid ingot spiraling like a cycle
Gon' keep yo mouth wide open or dive right inside any flow
With every line I roll it showing my motive to take control
Over this show with my flow is so coco, yeah they go for you
Get frozen over
I can hit you with metaphors until I'm sore at the mouth
But you still say that I can't rap and need to lose a couple pounds
Shatter, rip apart the track and I would love to show you how
But I don't have the time or crayons to explain it to you now
This the hit list
Bitches don't get stitches, they bleed out
This the hit list
Don't wait for karma to come around
This the hit list
Your bodies will get dropped into the ground
You can scream all you want but nobody will hear a sound
I saved the best for last
The one who always doubts
The one who makes you sad
The one who makes you shout
The one that kisses ass
The one that brings you down
The one that's screaming in your head right now to simmer down
Looking at the refection, is that really you?
That's the fool who did nothing when he
Found out his girl was cheating with another dude
That's the guy who only cries when life decides to fuck him
Nothing but a punk who relies on the
Comfort of his mother when he suffers
He's a pussy, not a man, a pushover with a spineless dick
He get's shushed every time he rants
Look him in his eyes, you can't
Take him out, is that who you really are?
Fuck everyone else's feelings your the one who's out his bars
Time to pull the demon out of you
Before he will devour you
The coward who bounded you to the malice and put him out of use
And make all those who doubted you throw in the towel
Without a clue,
When they hear the sound of you make em' shout this dude
This the hit list
Bitches don't get stitches, they bleed out
This the hit list
Don't wait for karma to come around
This the hit list
Your bodies will get dropped into the ground
You can scream all you want but nobody will hear a sound
This the hit list