Текст песни Slaughter - Young Wicked

Run it
(Well I'm not surprised you don't know me.
But I'll make sure you never forget me either.)
Im asking why
When I open my eyes every morning telling myself the lie
That I can keep running this world
Without at least giving killing a try
(Damn) Look at the piles of bodies,
Is this who I am? I don't understand.
And here I am, puddles of blood once again
It's all over my hands
Maybe it's worth it if they all deserve it
But then again Im just a man and revenge ain't a purpose
It belongs to God and if he doesnt take it who says that I can't
Still I intend using pent up aggression on all those who falter
Misguided I pray to the father
Another sacrifice brought to the altar
This is the slaughter.
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
I i i i cant stand the pain
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
Inside my mentals
I cant stand the pain
I know I can't be the only one who feels this way.
Everybody wants to kill somebody everyday.
Slaughter.
Bleed
Every October the blood it keep flowing
And falling like leaves from the trees.
I keep on killing, I beg for forgiveness from him
As I fall to my knees.
Tell me I am who I'm posed to be,
Bagging the bodies like groceries. Huh nobody close to me
Im just dethrown mcs now they all noticing us
Got em dropping like flies
Dont wear a mask to disguise you recognize when you see hit you know that is mine the master of massacre rhymes
You dont want a problem you better be cautious
Misguided i pray to the father
Another sacrifice brought to the alter
This is a slaughter
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
I i i i can't stand the pain
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
Inside my mentals
Slaughter.
Slaughter.
I can't stand the pain
I know I can't be the only one who feels this way.
Everybody wants to kill somebody everyday.
Slaughter
Inside my mentals
I cant stand the pain
Pain in my mentals
Instability got me feeling helpless
I ask him to help us
I carry the burden of being a killer My reasons is worth it
Evil on earth and the enemies lurking
Plus im killing every rapper thats tryin ta battle the curtis haint it
Thats mr.perfect that asking the father do they all deserve it the microphones murdered the bodies deserted they taking shots at the kid but they cant hurt him yo im only shining cuz ive been working while they all are sleepin i summoned the demon
I stabbed him and let him bleed out
Took a sip and i became a problem
Misguided i pray to the father
Another sacrifice brought to alter
This is a slaughter
Slaughter
Slaughter
Slaughter
Slaughter
Slaughter
I can't stand the pain
Slaughter
Slaughter
Slaughter
Slaughter
Inside my mentals
I can't stand the pain
I know I can't be the only one who feels this way.
Slaughter
Everybody wants to kill somebody everyday.
Slaughter slaughter slaughter

Slaughter.