Текст песни
Can I get a fuck you from the misfits
Every motherfucking kid who didn't fit in
Picked on
Kicked, stomped cause they different
Thick skin cracks quick when you give in
For every time I had to hear a mother fucker tell me I should just get over it
For any person trynna put up with their parents pushing "why can't you be sober kid?"
For the innocent exiles who trek miles
Only find holy projectiles
And textiles operations run by some reptiles
A flesh pile stretched into hide for a blessed child
Try to find a place to hide for the next while
The army of the dead has risen
Shits boutta get wild
I'm done apologizing to the apathetic
Get decapitated and I left your fucking head up in the bread aisle
No glocks
Just scythes and a dark horde
Got these kids yelling out to the dark lord
And I aint talking bout the devil
I'm a walking god
I'ma spare the child and spoil you with the fucking rod
I got flows that kill foes
I'm filling the cemetery
And don't stop running
Death comes for the sedentary
The time slows down
Don't panic
Its momentary
You're ten toes down
Froze out in the mortuary
I'm a crazy mother fucker
Swing the blade
I aim to sunder
Under cover from another lame
They trynna cop my thunder
And I wonder when the rubble overcomes the over/under
On the day we all become a babe to suckle from the mother
Land a boat along the shore so we can forcefully plunder
Openly I'm hoping we can see the end of each other
And when the world falls down will you stand or suffer?
Dead men down cant count numbers
So tonight's the night I light a candle for your family
It cant suffice
I roll the dice against my sanity
I might try to find a common enemy
I'm the bad guy and this is just a threnody